ᴡᴀʏ ᴏᴜᴛ (ʙɪᴋᴇʀ!ᴍᴇɢᴜᴍɪ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)
for my other megumi fic, click here (warning - smut!)
pairing: biker!megumi x f!reader (au, both are early to mid 20's)
word count: 2k
summary: you love your new apartment, as small as it is. it's in the perfect place, right next to the train station, and is cheap as hell. the only downside? your neighbour, who revs his bike outside your window every morning.
warnings: NO SMUT!, no angst!, multi part series, kind of enemies to lovers, slowburn?, megumi is kinda rude lmaoooo, the girls are fighting!, he says sweetheart twice, reader is kinda down bad lmao
a note: sorry for the delay, i've been busy with work! also, 8 square metres is about 86 square feet :).
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The rent was cheap. Suspiciously cheap.
You should’ve been wary, but you didn’t have many options. After a bitter fallout with your roommate, you needed to move out quickly. You should’ve paid more attention to the listing, you realise, as you stop in front of the building and it sinks in that your new digs weren’t 18 square metres.
It was eight square metres.
Thankfully, you didn’t have much furniture with you, needing to sell it all to afford the move. Your apartment was essentially one long, two-story hallway, just enough for your desk chair and TV.
You get settled in quickly, trying to liven up the place by replanting your herb garden outside on your small porch. The apartment doors faced an alley, and on the other side of the alley was another apartment building. You didn’t know how much sunlight your basil would get, but that’s a problem for future you.
A problem for the current you, however, was your neighbour's motorcycle. The bike is an exact replica of the legendary Honda Super Cub that was used in the original anime Akira, and as pretty as it is, that shit is loud. His apartment is right on the edge by the sidewalk, meaning the only place he can park it is right in front of your window.
You’ve tried everything. Earplugs. Noise-cancelling headphones. Ear plugs under your noise-cancelling headphones. Sleeping with a white noise machine. Nothing works. You only moved in a month ago but you’re already sick of this mysterious man and his bike. You don’t run into each other often, catching glimpses of him as he drives off in the morning and comes home at night. You didn’t want to be that neighbour, the one that complains about every single little thing, but it was driving you mad. He revs his bike so loudly and for so long, that you’re starting to think he’s doing it on purpose.
You wake up that fateful morning and decide you’ve had enough. You wait for him to return home, hyping yourself up in the mirror before heading outside to confront him. You idle nervously in front of his front door for a few seconds before knocking.
He answers, looking exhausted, his hair a mess from his helmet. “Yeah?” You have to admit, he’s pretty cute. Tall and lean, with bicep muscles that strain against the fabric of his black t-shirt. And you swear you can see some eyeliner smudged on his water line.
You smile, trying to come across as calm and casual, slightly flustered by how attractive he is. “Hey. I’m your new next-door neighbour,” You gesture with your thumb. “I don’t wanna be that person, but would it be possible for you to not rev your engine so loud in the morning? It’s just…it’s right by my window, and it’s really loud.”
He lets out a sigh of frustration, not exactly in the mood for what you're throwing at him. It was already 9 pm on the third day in a row that he had worked the late shift, and this was not something he needed right now. He looks at you, his expression a mixture of irritation and confusion. “Look, I'm not doing it on purpose. I park where I park, nothing is going to change that. You just moved in, this is how it's been and how it's always going to be.”
You blink, a little taken aback by how rude he was being. “I understand that, but surely I'm not the only person in the building who gets inconvenienced by your bike.”
He crosses his arms, his eyes narrowing. The last thing he wants to do after a long shift is argue with someone about something as insignificant as noise. “Look, if you don't like it, then move out. I don't see anybody else complaining. You're the only one.”
You clench your jaw. You had some experience with bikes, your ex-boyfriend being a mechanic. You knew it was possible to make the revving quieter, it just seems like he didn’t care. “Can’t you just buy a muffler silencer?”
He lets out a short, sharp laugh, one that doesn't hold a single trace of humor. “A muffler silencer? For a Super Cub? Are you serious? That would be like asking a Ferrari to be quiet.”
“You can’t expect everyone to just be okay with how loud your bike is, man.” You say. “I’m sure it inconveniences everyone in the building, but no one wants to be the person that confronts you.”
He seems to be holding back from saying what he wants to say, taking a shallow breath. “Look. It's my bike. I can do whatever I want with it. No one else is bothered, so why should you be any different? Why do you care so much?”
“You’re not the only person who works early mornings.” You say. “You aren’t the only person in the world, you know.”
That strikes a nerve, clearly, but he still doesn't seem interested in hearing what you're saying. He just rolls his eyes, looking away at his bike for a moment before looking back at you. “Sorry to burst your bubble, but in case you haven't realised, you're not that important.”
“Neither are you.” You say impulsively. It was mean, and you didn’t like being mean, but he wasn’t giving you any other option.
He glares at you, his expression darkening. It's only for a moment, but you can see there is actual vitriol in his eyes. “Look, I'm going to make this simple for you. If you don't like the noise, then move out. That bike is not going anywhere. It has more meaning to me than you'll ever understand.”
“Yeah, I’m sure Akira meant so much to you as a kid,” You say sarcastically. “It doesn’t matter. You can’t keep doing this, man. Buy a muffler silencer.”
He laughs, but there's a slight tinge of bitterness to it. “Oh, so it's just a cartoon to you? It’s not an influential masterpiece that changed motorcycle and animation culture forever? Okay, great. Good to know.” He is starting to get worked up, but then he shakes his head, trying to regain his composure. “Look, like I said, I am not doing anything to this bike. Not the mufflers, nothing.”
“Then park it somewhere else.” You snap. “Keep it away from my window. I don’t want to hear that shit.”
There's a flash of annoyance on his face. “There's no place to park it away from your window unless I block the sidewalk, which I guarantee you would cause more inconvenience. You're just going to have to deal with it.”
“Are you always this rude and stuck up?” The question stumbles out of your mouth before your mind can process it.
His temper flares up. He takes a step towards you, putting his hands on his hips as he glares at you. “Are you always this entitled and self-absorbed?”
You take a step back. You hate to admit it, but the way he towers over you is arousing. His cologne fills your nostrils and you find yourself getting lightheaded. It was slightly spicy, with a hint of vanilla and coffee.
You ground yourself, swallowing hard. “Look, I don’t want to argue with you. I just want us to come to a reasonable compromise.”
He glares at you, his eyes boring into you as you step back. You can feel the heat on your skin as if every drop of sweat in his body has been activated by the situation. His cologne is overwhelming you, filling your whole body. “There is no compromise to make here. You don't like the noise, tough. You're just going to have to get used to it or move out. That's it.”
Your eye twitches. “You’re such an asshole.” At this point, you didn’t feel bad being mean to him. He kind of deserved it.
He laughs, seeming almost amused by your temper. “You're one to talk. You come barging up to my apartment, demanding I make changes to my bike, and then you get mad at me when I tell you not to waste your time. Look in the mirror, sweetheart, and then come back with the right to tell me I'm an asshole.”
Fuck. You shouldn’t like the way he says sweetheart, but it causes your throat to dry up. “I tried to be nice to you,” You say. “You’re the one that got defensive and rude.”
“Nice? Maybe in your little dreamland that's what you think you were doing. Maybe you even believe that you were just being friendly and reasonable, I don't know. But in reality, all you were doing was pissing me off and acting like some sort of entitled princess.” He takes a step closer to you, his finger pointed in your face. “But one thing is certain. I’m not changing anything about my bike just to make you happy.”
He’s so close to you that it makes your head spin. You step back again, leaning against the railing surrounding his small porch. “Look, I’m sorry, but you can’t blame me for being upset.”
He doesn't seem interested in letting you off the hook yet, not when he looks so close to snapping. “It doesn't matter if you're upset or not. You don't get what you want by coming here and giving me an attitude like a fucking brat.”
You swallow hard. Fuck. You shouldn’t be attracted to this man, he was rude as hell and didn’t seem to care that he was inconveniencing not only you but everyone in the building. But you couldn’t help yourself. He was so pretty, and he smelled so good, and his voice was so nice. You were going to have to change your panties when you got back home.
You stand up straight, trying to stay headstrong. “You’re being incredibly rude about this.”
“And you're being incredibly entitled. There's only one of us that needs to change here, and it's not me.” He narrows his eyes, his gaze still burning into you.
You lick your lips. “Look, we’re not going to get anywhere by arguing.”
He gives another one of those short, sharp laughs. He smiles, and it makes your stomach flip. “You finally said something smart. I didn’t know it was so difficult for you. Now, are you ready to accept that you're not going to get what you want, or do you want to keep wasting my time?”
Your eyes narrow. What the fuck? “Excuse me? Did you just call me dumb?”
A smirk spreads across his lips. “You heard me. Or did you need me to repeat it for you?”
You let out a sharp laugh, moving off of his porch. “You know what? Fuck you.”
He raises his eyebrow, a faint smile on his lips. “Oh, so you've switched from demanding to insults? Real mature, aren't you?”
You head over to your apartment, laughing again. “I should’ve known trying to reason with you would be impossible.”
He calls after you. “You're damn right it's impossible. You come here, make some demands, and then get mad when I tell you no. You're a spoiled brat who always gets her way, aren't you? Well, today's a bad day for you, sweetheart.”
“Fuck you.” You say, holding the door to your apartment open. “You don’t know anything about me.”
“I’m not sure I want to.” He says, smirking slightly. “I’m not into brats like you. I think you need to be taken down a few pegs. You need someone to put you in your place.”
You scoff and flip him off before slamming the door behind you, and just like that, you have given up.
He leans against his door, crossing his arms and smiling as he watches you leave, his eyes on your ass. He’s just a tiny bit disappointed that you gave up so quickly. He's got to admit, it was pretty fun messing with you, watching how angry you get. He thought you looked cute like that, your cheeks all red and flustered.
Maybe next time…
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part two is here
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-`♡´ - APARTMENT 143
pairing -> lee minho x fem reader
synopsis -> after a bad breakup, y/n needs to find a new place to live. although she's grateful for her best friend, up-and-coming model hwang hyunjin, for letting her stay at his, she can't keep living with him and his model roommates. so when an opening for somewhere nearby with cheap rent opens up, she jumps on it, despite knowing next to nothing about the 3 other tenants, only that one owns 3 cats. the three quickly learn of her breakup, determined to help get her back on her feet. but what happens when one of them begins to develop feelings?
warnings -> general, y/n gets told she talks too much kind of, discussion abt cheating
MASTERLIST | PREVIOUS | NEXT
CHAPTER THREE -> AM I IN? (partially written! wc:546)
"...and then, after telling him how much I love him, he comes out of our shared- yes, shared- bedroom with another woman! Can you believe that? I pour my heart and soul to this man, and he just steps all over it! Them? My heart and my soul, so, yeah, I guess them. Sorry, what was the question again?"
"...what do you do for work?" The guy on the right side of the couch says, arms crossed.
You blink. "Right! I'm a graphic designer for a website."
"What website?" Beomgyu leans back, arms behind his head.
"This Just In!" You say excitedly, passionate about your work. "I'm trying to move into the journalism area as well. I'd love to be able to interview some of the people we do, but my boss didn't seem very keen to the idea yet."
"How come?" The one in the middle asks.
"He says I talk too much." A sudden wave of emotion hits you. "My boyfriend says the same."
"Ex-boyfriend."
"What?"
"Your ex-boyfriend." It's the one on the right again, eyes piercing into you; you can't hold his gaze.
"Right." You clasp your hands in your lap. "Maybe I've overshared a bit to you guys. I don't even know your names-" You point at the two.
"Han," the middle one offers. "Well, Jisung, but most people call me Han."
"Minho." You still can't look at him.
"Okay. Um, so, unless you have any other questions...?"
"Yeah, actually," Minho speaks. "What's your current living situation?"
"Oh! I'm living with my best friend, Hyunjin, and his roommates. But they're all models and it can be a bit... dramatic." You laugh nervously.
"Models?" Han sits up straight, looking at his two roommates. "What are the others like?"
"There's Felix, a literal sunshine, and Yeonjun and Wooyoung. They're usually the ones causing drama." You laugh again, this time more naturally. "Wooyoung just came back from a business trip, so I'm gonna be staying in my other best friend's, NingNing, she's amazing and I love her, apartment until she comes back. She's also a model... I'm friends with a lot of models."
"Do you mind stepping out for a second?" Han says with a smile. Your stomach drops. "I just need to discuss something with my roomies here."
"Y-yeah, okay." Quickly, you pick up your bag and head to the door, only stumbling a little bit.
Of course, you press an ear to the door once outside. If they don't want you, at least you'll know before they tell you to your face. Then maybe you won't cry at the news. The thick wooden door makes it hard to hear, only picking out bits and pieces.
"Dude, her best friend is a model-"
"Han, I swear to God-"
"She does talk a lot-"
"Like you're one to talk-"
"Okay, but with the breakup? Won't she be, like, crying all the time-"
"Hey, Min just went through a breakup too, so maybe she can help him with it-"
"Shut up-"
"Back to her best friend being a fucking model-"
A loud sigh signals you should back up, taking your phone out and pretending to be busy. The door opens, Minho in front of the other two looking more tired than before you left.
"You're in."
notes -> what is with me making idols i love into shitty exs like what is with that genuinely
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electric love ch. 1
Yandere ! Gojo Satoru x Female ! Reader
Summary | In a technological advanced world where ai and virtual reality overrun the populace, a certain synthetic being learns what love was all thanks to a human woman.
Warnings | implied coworker abuse (power dynamics), abuse of power, dear father is an asshole, mother wants to reconnect with her daughter, college debt, shitty living conditions, implied starvation and being under fed/malnourished, y/n is a pushover/people pleaser, and y/n is referred to with she/her pronouns, etc.
Electric Love Masterlist
Y/n tapped away at the holographic keyboard that materialized before her. Her eyes scan the luminous, transparent screen. Though, her thoughts on the current email she was typing up were quick to cease when a text popped up. Her eyebrows drawing together as a slight frown made its way onto her face.
From Ayakazhi:
You better have those parts done by the time I get to work today.
She tried to think of a witty reply to send back, but decided against it. She was far too fearful of the man to actually say anything rude back. Mainly because she didn't want to get hit again.
Shaking her head, she decided to be nice. As she always was.
From you:
It's already been done.
Pressing a quick send, she closed the screen and keyboard so both would minimize into a thin black band that decorated her wrist, and finally sitting up from her bed, she did a small stretch before kicking her feet out from the covers. Arms raised as another stretch made its way into her routine in her getting ready for the morning.
Though, as she made her way around her rather small and dingy (plus super cheap) apartment, her small moments of quiet were quickly interrupted by her wristband. A green phone icon popping up and shaking from left to right as a small jingle filtered the air.
Maximizing the screen by pushing her index and thumb outwards, the caller id was quick to display.
"Mom..?"
She tilted her head to the side and thought back to the last time she actually seen her. Which was ... last summer?
Yeah.. last summer.
Y/n could remember it clearly. She had just graduated college at the young age of 22. And right when she graduated she took her college debt along with her bachelor's degree and showed it off to her mom that summer.
Her father immediately reprimanded her and said something along the lines of "tch, little brat. Why are you coming to show us some flimsy little slip of paper when you could be looking for a job to pay off that debt of yours?" Along with other hurtful choices of words, but she would much rather not get into it...
A few months later and y/n found herself in this small apartment. Her only roommate being the large debt she had collected due to college loans and such.
Though, she did find a job thanks to her degree. Granted, she finds a little suffocating. It was a company in bioengineering. A company that prided itself in making, fixing, rebuilding ai models. Now, it wasn't as big as the Gojo or Zenin corporations, but it still racked in enough cash for yn to pay off her monthly rent and shave off a little of her debt. Granted, it still wasn't enough since she sometimes has to survive on small ramen cups or cheap baloney sandwiches days on end. But whatever, at least she can eat something.
Sighing lightly, she decided to hit decline. The red button sliding forward and then disappearing as the call ended.
And much to her surprise, a voice-mail popped up a few seconds later, but she ultimately decided to listen to it later and continue to get ready for the day.
"Hopefully nothing goes wrong...," she muttered to herself, but that usually doesn't happen.
"A new client has come in for repair and where is our head ai repair specialist? Not here!"
This was Ayakazhi. Her supervisor. Not her boss, but still someone who has a higher status at the workplace.
"I'm sorry, alright? My shift doesnt start until 9:30, why would i come in early if im not getting paid for the extra hours-?"
"Stop talking," Ayakazhi finally groaned out, already tired of her excuse (because he knew she was right and didn't want to admit it).
"For now, just get ready for the client. He is a very important ai with a lot of money."
You frowned, "then why would he come here to get repaired?"
No offense to her, but the place she worked at was cheap and rundown. Compared to larger corporations, the company she worked at was very ... poor, to say the least. It wasn't like the top ai industry like the Zenin's.
Ayakazhi pulled up a chair and looked to make sure the door was closed behind them.
"Listen. And listen closely. Our client is the next head of the Gojo Corporation, Satoru Gojo. Apparently his latest check-ups back at the company haven't gone well because some certain individuals are trying to get rid of him and take the company for themselves. So, to make sure he doesn't go offline, he decided to come to a secluded company with little work and recognition to make sure he gets properly repaired and looked over while his enemies don't know where he's getting checked at."
She frowned, "how do you know all of this anyway?"
"Because he came here the moment the shop opened up and explained the details very clearly to me and even had me sign a 'keep silent about this' contract."
"And you immediately accepted? What if his supposed enemies found out? I would literally get assassinated in my sleep!"
"Well, at least your replaceable."
She rolled her eyes. What an asshole.
"Alright, fine. Whatever. So when am I supposed to meet this Satoru Gojo anyway?"
Ayakazhi looked at the digital watch imprinted on his left wrist, the teal colors shining brightly as the minutes ticked by.
"He scheduled his first appointment for 10:30 AM, he asked us who our best specialist was and since that would be you he decided to wait until your shift starts.
She paled slightly, "I have to do this today?!"
Ayakazhi merely smirked at her panicked expression and shrugged, "guess so. So have some fun, k?"
She really wanted to strangle the guy, but thought better of it. She couldn't deal with this right now anyway. She had a very important client to deal with first after all.
I swear, if I get assassinated because of this job I'm going to haunt Ayakazhi for the rest of his life!
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Neighbors
Chapter 1: Spider-Catcher
Pairing: TASM!Peter Parker x Reader
Warnings: None for this chapter ;) but be warned this series will be SMUTTY!
Summary: Moving to a new city could be challenging for anyone. Your new home is taking a lot of getting used too. Maybe you can make a friend, preferably someone who is okay with catching spiders...
A/N: Okay...I know this isn't Miguel content...but we are just going to pretend it's 2014 so I can have my moment with tasm!peter. This story was originally for Peter B. but then I watched The amazing Spider-Man and emotions took over. This will be a series I will be writing so please look for updates. Also I have a Miguel series in my drafts and a small dark fic for him. Plus I am also working on Gabriel O'Hara fic as well so hope you will keep your eyes out for those. Please comment if you want to be on my tagging list! And request are open!
Word Count: 1,787
Part 2 Part 3
Chapter 1: Spider-catcher
“Hey on your left!”
A man on a bike rushes past you while you are walking. Hands filled with overflowing grocery bags, you had not seen that you had wandered into the bike lane. Jumping out of the way you narrowly avoid getting mowed down by the angry cyclist.
“Mororon!” the man yells back at you
“I'm sorry!” escapes your lips as you shout out to the man who is long zipped by “dick…” you mudder under your breath. Sure you were in the wrong lane but you didn’t see your mistake so he shouldn’t have been so angry with you.
You sigh, taking a mental note: watch out for New York bike riders…stay out of their lane
The short walk from the store ends when you reach your new apartment building, well, new to you. The complex itself was ancient in a bit of a sketchy area but the rent was cheap for New York, so you would not rethink your dwelling too much, though sometimes it was hard to stay optimistic.
When you first moved into the apartment it was…depressing…It had bare walls with some cracks, the smell of smoke completely taking over the place, and decked out with some ancient appliances you were grateful at least worked. The last three days had been spent moving in your furniture, getting a job, and scrubbing down every wall in your apartment to rid of any suspicious grime. Now with your apartment decorated and you living there for the past few days, you felt like you were finally adjusting to the residence.
You hope that once you get your groceries in and have your first home-cooked meal in the place it will definitely feel like home. Being new to living on your own and new to the city everything was taking some…adjusting. Call it cliche but you had always dreamed of moving to New York ever since you were a little girl, so when you got the chance to move up here for school you were eager to jump at the opportunity. Who wouldn’t want to move to the city where dreams are supposed to come true right?
Now that you're living it however it was not the tale of living up your dreams like you had envisioned as a child. In your dreams, you expected to live in a large lavish apartment, unlike the more than modest one you were currently in. You would have tons of friends and go out every day, your going out consists of you going to pick up take-out and as for friends, you didn’t know anyone.
Classes didn’t start for a few days and you started work tomorrow, hopefully, some friendship opportunities will present themselves soon. Another childish thought you had in your mind was, that you would be friends with everyone at your complex, but with the way people seemed less than friendly towards you, that thought was seeming to fade more and more. Just need to stay positive, you haven't even been here a week, don’t let it get you down, was the mantra you just kept repeating in your head.
Pushing through the front door of the complex, you make a beeline for the elevator. There is no way you are going to be carrying all your groceries up the stairs where you live on the 12th floor, no way that is happening! Getting into the elevator after making the journey from the store to your apartment; you're thankful that the cramped elevator is empty so early in the morning.
Living on the 12th floor had its perks but also had its cons, especially when you had a slow elevator. It takes a creaking and shaking eternity to get to your floor; you're sure your ice cream must be starting to melt by now. Finally hearing the ding you get off and walk across your floor. As you set your groceries down, digging for your keys in your purse, slight movement catches your eyes forcing you to look up towards your door.
Right on your door above the knob was the biggest spider you had ever seen. Spiders and you had never been best friends, in no way did you want to kill one, you just thought that it was best they lived their lives away from you and your home. Looking at the spider it seems harmless, it’s not like it seems poisonous or life-threatening. Maybe you can just scare it? Shoo it away? It's huge but maybe it will get scared and run off your door. Just be tough, it's just a spider…a huge spider…with creepy eight legs…and fangs…staring at you….
Shuddering at the thought of the spider you can feel yourself developing arachnophobia by the second. Getting a grip on yourself, you push down the bubbling fear and motion your hand like you're waving the spider off. Your whole body teases hoping it won't run anywhere near you or worse jump on you. It’s just a dumb spider, what could it really do to you?
Little did you know that this spider was no punk, this spider must have seen a thing or two because instead of being normal and running off it, hissed and you swear it jumped towards you!
The sudden movement of the spider makes you recoil with a startled scream. Now would you usually jump like this? No, but this spider was out for blood you could see it in his evil eight eyes!
As you're moving back in panic, the door across from yours flies open with a guy around your age coming out of it looking alarmed. The sudden appearance startled you causing you to jump away from him, landing your back on the door you were just screaming at. The fluffy-haired guy looks at you with wide eyes not understanding at all what is happening.
Opening your mouth to apologize and give an explanation you turn and see the spider close to your face, The sudden proximity makes you scream again which in turn makes the neighbor scream.
Jumping from your door you grab onto the stranger and hide behind his back using him as a human shield from the spider, “Get it! Get it! Get it!” is all you can manage as you cling to his shirt. His hands are raised in surprise as you paw at his back, keeping your eyes on the spider. His eyes are on you with that same look of confusion on his face as to why some random person is screaming and now clinging to him.
“What are you talking about?” He asks in a confused tone and a hint of frustration.
Looking up at him, pointing to your door you're an incoherent mess, “H-h-huge spider!”
“Huge spider…” He repeats before he looks at your door and sees the spider, in your eyes it’s an aggressive beast, to his eyes it's a common spider seen around the building all the time.
Understanding the situation he sighs and you take it as a sign to let go of the person you don’t even know. Watching as he shakes his head and goes back into his apartment you feel your heart sink that you won’t be getting help for your spider problem. Approaching your door you look around trying to figure out a plan, but suddenly a hand is tapping your shoulder. Turning around, you see he has reappeared with a paper and an empty Chinese take-out box nudging you to move out of the way.
Standing back you watch as he effortlessly places the box over the spider and then slides the paper under it. As you're watching him trap the creature you start to really take in his appearance. Looking at his outfit you see a worn-out T-shirt (crumpled in the back thanks to your grabbing) and plaid sleep pants, brunet hair that looks like it hasn’t seen a brush all morning. Now that you're looking at him closely, you can admire his athletic build with some great arms and large hands….damn…plus that face, though he looks completely exhausted he's still…kinda cute.
Once the spider is caught he closes the box and turns to you, quickly you adjust your gaze from his hands back to his face. Though when you look up at him with a smile you are only met with a look of annoyance, alright seems peeved. Wanting to lighten up the situation and thank him you go to say thank you but he just walks past you with a grumble.
“Dramatic…”.
Dramatic! The word echoes in your head leaving you slack-jawed as you watch him leave down the hall to the elevator disappearing inside. How can he call you dramatic, that thing was ferocious and sure you screamed and cowered but you're not dramatic! Plus he doesn't even know you. In a huff you finally get your keys and unlock your door, turning your head towards the elevator then to the door across from yours you roll your eyes.
Putting away your groceries you're still thinking about your grumbling neighbor, so much for you thanking him for his help. If he wants to call you dramatic you would be dramatic and not thank him. So much for the possibility of having the spider-catching neighbor as a friend.
As you're putting away your stuff your frustration must hit a peak because you decide it's time for you to give him a piece of your mind. Nobody just insults you like nothing! Who knows maybe he would respect you for it. Going over to your door you open it and see him about to enter his apartment turning his head to look at you with an unimpressed gaze.
Stepping out, you fold your arms before speaking, “Excuse me, but what gives you the right to think it’s okay to call me dramatic?”
Turning to face you he mirrors your stance “Oh, you heard that? I mean you were the one screaming over a spider.”
“A huge and scary spider”
Peter holds his hands up in mock defense, “You know you're right, I barely made it out with my life.” he says in a voice dripping in sarcasm. - great he's a smartass…
“Whatever, thanks a lot, next time I will handle it on my own.”
“Just make sure to keep the noise down next time.”
Rolling your eyes you shoot him a dirty look as you start closing the door,
“Just wait till you see the cockroaches…” he mutters
Your motion comes to a quick halt “What?!”
“Nothing~”
With that last remark, he shuts the door leaving you with your thoughts of all the other creepy critters this place could be littered with. He’s messing with you, right?
Right?!
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Damn it all, I lost someone's ask
I saved it to draft (so I could deal with it at more length) and it vanished.
The person was saying they wanted to tank up on Young Wizards printed books but were having trouble, due to unavailability of all but "the first one", and prices for both hardcovers and trade paperbacks being all over the place at independent suppliers.
Briefly: this has been a problem for nearly the last decade, and more so since the books' US publisher (Houghton Mifflin Harcourt) was ingested by another larger publisher.
Distribution on these books has always been dodgy, and frankly it's become more so over time, as their publisher keeps changing hands, staff leave or are fired, and sales staffs turn over. Additionally, all the books have appeared in multiple formats over the years, and not all of the books necessarily in all of those.
Confused yet? I know I am, and they're my damn books!
Dealing strictly with the Harcourt editions here: the first three appear only in mass-market paperbacks, with covers by two different artists. The fourth one then appears in mass market and an unusual small-format hardcover. Then (when the series took off with that publisher) all the MMPBs were repackaged, and (starting with the fifth one) were preceded by Harcourt hardcovers. Additionally, as the books were doing quite well in the early 2000s, the sales staff thought it would be a good idea if there were "digest format" editions aimed at younger readers. (These books were only physically larger than MMPBs, with bigger print: no text was ever Reader's-Digest-style abridged/condensed.) And there were only six of these, as the later books were thought to be "more adult" and hence not a good fit for this format.
After that, the remaining three books all went to hardcover-and-paperback, usually a year apart. The digest editions were allowed to gradually go out of print; so were the hardcovers, as demand for them fell off. And that's where we are at the moment, with (as far as I can tell) the MMPBs only being reprinted in small amounts when stocks fall low enough to warrant it.
This situation doesn't really support the books being easy to find. Additionally, older editions of the hardcovers from previous publishers (and older trade paperbacks, ditto) are still out there, and can be had... but at what will look like weirdly high prices. The early Dell hardcovers of So You Want To Be A Wizard, Deep Wizardry and High Wizardry, due to their small print runs, are rare, hard to find, and usually go for hundreds of dollars. (This link at Abebooks will show you what the situation's currently like for the Delacorte hardcover first edition of So You Want To Be A Wizard.) For a long time there was no US hardcover of A Wizard Abroad until SF Book Club published one set from the text of the UK Transworld/Corgi edition. (sigh) And so on. (There's a page over at the Young Wizards site dealing with this wild assortment of covers and formats.)
Now, all that said: Over at Signed Books Direct is our storefront for copies of both the newer and older books. Except for the rarest ones, we sell them at cover price (and are happy to do so, because FFS nobody needs this many of their own books). :) I acquired a lot of these from Harcourt when word came down that warehouse space was tight, stock was being winnowed, and I could have these on the cheap—or, it was heavily implied, they would be pulped. And as someone who due to a weird confluence of circumstances had half the print run of her (strongly-selling!) first novel pulped in the warehouse, the mere word, even after forty years, makes my blood run a bit cold. So I laid out the necessary cash and gave those books a home. And when people find ones they want, I sell them on to new homes with great pleasure.
So the thing for you to do (O person whose ask was in an evil hour eaten by Tumblr) is use the SBD contact email on this page to query me about what you're looking for. I'm presently in the middle of reorganizing the store's inventory so it reflects what we've actually got. The website's about to be reorganized to reflect what's on the shelves in the boot room, but that's not gonna happen this week.. so don't take what you see on the site seriously. Query me about what you're after, and as soon as I've had a rummage in the shelves, I'll get back to you.
HTH!
(And for those of you wondering, "But what are you doing about the distribution problem?" ...right now the answer is: "What my agent and I can." More news as it becomes available.)
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"get me a damned matcha" | Chapter 13: June II
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✧ pairing ➼ levi ackerman x fem!reader, college x coffee shop x roommates!au
✧ summary ➼ After you find yourself plagued with misfortune due to struggles in your personal and family life, you find yourself needing to move last minute. As a junior in undergrad with little money and little social support, you considered yourself lucky when you found a sublease that was close to campus and was relatively cheap. Unfortunately, it seemed that your roommate did not seem to be so excited regarding your presence.
✧ content/warnings ➼ fluff, slowburn, mutual pining, idiots in love, negative self-talk
✧ word count ➼ ~5.1k
You were looking for a new place to live back in April after your spat with Levi, but that intention was nowhere to be found now. You signed the lease renewal without hesitation. Part of you told yourself that it was because you just didn't have time to look for another apartment that was affordable.
A more realistic part of you was acutely aware that the decision (or lack thereof) was at least partially affected by the fact that you were growing much closer with your roommate. The idea of not being able to see him regularly gave you an odd discomforting feeling, especially after your chat on the Ferris Wheel. He really was the one major connection currently in your life and you couldn’t imagine throwing that away.
"Great," Levi grumbled as he filed the renewed lease away. "I'm stuck with you for another year?"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," you mumbled with an eye roll. "You know Hange snitched to me about how you were saying that I'm much better at cleaning than Miche was?"
You glanced over at Levi as he scoffed.
"Miche was okay at cleaning, just not being organized."
You placed both your hands on your hips and gave Levi a cocky grin.
"And I'm good at both, right?!"
"Certainly weren't at first," he grumbled, which prompted you to stick your tongue out at him again, which he immediately waved off. He watched as you walked to and from the bathroom, throwing towels amongst various items like a bathing suit and sunscreen into a gym bag.
You dug through the bag, taking a mental note of everything that was in there to check if you had forgotten anything.
"You're not bringing a swimming suit?" you asked, looking at Levi over your shoulder.
"And immerse myself in the filthy ocean water that's filled with who knows what? Fuck no."
You were much more excited for this beach trip than you were willing to admit. Unlike the amusement park, this wasn't an official outing that you had to be responsible for. Some of the freshmen (soon to be sophomores) in the Honors Society decided that they wanted to check out the beach and you elected to tag along. What you didn't expect was for Levi to also tag along.
"You know you don't have to come," you noted with a serious expression. "Even if you don't touch the water, the sand's also messy and will get into your shoes and clothes."
Levi knew that you had a point. His surroundings were going to be filthy regardless of if he swam or not. He would never willingly find himself at the beach. The water was gross, the sand was messy, and the public bathrooms were generally disgusting. There were too many people and parking was always a nightmare.
The reason he was going was because of you, although he'd never openly admit to it. Hanging out with you has been enjoyable and he found himself missing you whenever you were gone. The prime example was how he had reacted over spring break. You were gone for only a few days and he found himself feeling resentful and grumpy over it, to the point that he ended up being enough of a dick to you to drive you to somehow end up at your ex-boyfriend’s.
"It's monotonous and dull here," he rationalized. "Maybe being around you and the brats you hang out with will annoy me enough to want to come back home and be alone."
You raised an eyebrow at him.
"Are you saying you're enjoying hanging out with me, then?"
"Tch," Levi scoffed, avoiding eye contact with you. "Of course not."
You continued to give him a skeptical look, not believing a single word that was coming out of his mouth, but you otherwise didn't push it.
"Well, if you change your mind, you don't have to come."
"I'm driving."
"I can catch a ride with someone else!"
When you looked back towards Levi, you saw that he was clearly scowling at you.
"...Just shut up and finish packing."
~~~~~
“Surprised you came along, Levi!”
“Trust me, I didn’t want to at first,” Levi mumbled with a scoff, throwing a side glance over at Nicolo. He had just learned that Nicolo was the point of contact for setting up this trip. His connection with Sasha led to the connection with you, which is how you found yourself here primarily with the freshmen instead of with the other officers of the Honors Society that you usually found yourself hanging out around.
Levi kept his eyes on you, although he wasn’t entirely aware of that himself. He watched as you splashed around in the water, throwing a blow-up tube over you. You struggled to get onto it at first, which tugged at the corners of his lips into a small, amused smile. He wasn’t feeling malicious about watching you struggle, he actually found it quite cute.
That smile got quickly replaced with a frown as he had that disturbing thought again about you.
“_____ drag you here?”
Levi peeled his eyes away from you, trying to push down the feelings of unease and confusion that were becoming more prominent within him.
“Something like that.”
Nicolo got distracted as soon as Sasha came up to him and called his name, carrying a paper bag that was filled with groceries and grilling material. From what little Levi could see, it seemed the newly formed couple was planning on having a grill-out later in the day. At least it meant that he'd be able to get away from the beach eventually.
As the two walked off, Levi was left on his own to stew in his own thoughts. He would usually never find himself here. He even adamantly dodged answering Hange when they asked where he was going on his day off, being more willing to let them theorize about whatever it is that he was up to over letting them know that you had successfully dragged him to somewhere like the beach. He had been here for a few hours at this point and had yet to even step into the sand.
He was avoiding the beach itself, but it did end up being awkward for him to be hanging by himself when he purposefully came to a social event. His reasoning in February was because he only went to make sure you didn’t find yourself in trouble again. He had no such reason now.
Levi found himself annoyed because he really was questioning why he bothered with coming. You had jokingly accused him of enjoying spending time with you, but that couldn’t possibly be the case. It was purely because he needed to get away from the school and apartment, and your trip just happened to be at a convenient time for him.
Part of him knew that was a lie.
As he watched you floating around leisurely on that blow-up tube, he felt this strange pull to approach you. However, you were in the water and he was adamantly against going anywhere near the water. Even the thought of stepping into the water filled him with a sense of disgust.
Levi sighed and groaned to himself. He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t want to stay here. He didn’t want to go towards you either.
Noticing a local pub and the fact that it was a little past noon, he elected to simply get something to eat.
It wasn’t much better there, either.
It was crowded, the music was too loud, and it was too small of a space. At this point, he was more than grumpy enough to seriously consider maybe leaving and hanging out by himself in his car for the rest of the day, although he knew that you would give him nonstop shit about it if you found out about it—and knowing his luck, you’d definitely find out about it.
After finally getting to order and eat something that wasn’t completely covered in grease, he wandered around the downtown area, noting an ice cream shop nearby. While he normally wouldn’t be bothered to check it out, seeing the dessert shop immediately reminded him of you. The past few times that you had been upset over something, his first thought was to get you food as soon as he found out that you were food motivated. You obviously weren’t particularly upset about anything currently, but getting you food (or making you Matchas) had become one of his ways of spending time with you.
He scowled at the ice cream shop. He had insisted that he had come to the beach for himself and that it had nothing to do with spending time with you, but he knew that wasn’t true. It was also incredibly annoying that something as simple as an ice cream shop immediately reminded him of you.
Despite how tilted he found himself, he still ended up making his way towards the shop, unable to fight off the instinct of obtaining the one thing that never failed to uplift your mood.
~~~~~
It was hot enough that you were more than refreshed just hanging out in the water without a care in the world. You had just rolled into the water off of one of the blow-up tubes. You had originally elected to just sunbathe, but only lasted about ten minutes before you felt like the sun was frying you alive, prompting you to roll directly into the water.
You didn't particularly have a lot of stamina, so you were only able to swim without a floatie for about another ten minutes before you gave up and grabbed onto the blow-up tube and started wading towards land.
Once you finally got back to the shore, you tossed the tube to the side and began wringing out your hair before putting it up in a loose ponytail. You had left your bag near an umbrella for shade and dug out a towel to begin to dry yourself off, taking care to not get too much sand and water into the bag itself.
You looked around and saw that Jean, Connie, and Sasha were still screwing around in the water. Eren and Mikasa had come along as well, but they were currently nowhere to be found.
You didn't bring your usual group of friends with you. It's not that you wanted to intentionally leave them out, but you were starting to get sick of being the one inviting them to things. You were the one that was invited onto this trip, and for once, you weren't going to take the responsibility of who was coming or ensuring that everyone had a good time.
You couldn’t deny that you held some resentment towards them over what happened at the amusement park. You planned the whole thing, and got momentarily separated, and then they didn’t bother to check in with you for the rest of the day until they needed you for something logistical. You would be able to understand that it could have been a result of you also not reaching out, if this wasn’t a regular occurrence. It was excuse after excuse, and half the time it was you just making excuses for them. At this point, you didn’t even know if it was worth bringing it up or if you would just be met with defensiveness. You weren’t satisfied with being complacent, but you also didn’t want to put work into fixing a relationship if they weren’t also invested in repairing it.
By the time Levi had decided to actually step foot onto the beach, you had already set out a towel to sunbathe, propping up an umbrella behind you so that you had the option to take shelter in the shade in case it got too hot. Levi’s pacing slowed down once he got closer to you.
He could barely contain the discomfort radiating through his body when he saw you applying sunscreen onto your bare body. Your hands were currently roaming up and down your calves to your upper thigh, suddenly making your curves that much more obvious to him. It wasn't like he didn't see you in shorts (or even half-naked) before, but he suddenly felt the need to look away as if he was invading your private space. At the same time, he couldn't take his eyes off you.
Levi kinda awkwardly shuffled from side to side, unsure of what to do. He couldn't just stand there behind you without being a creep—plus, the ice cream would melt.
He cleared his throat, prompting you to look up at him, your face lighting up once you saw the ice cream cone in his hand.
"Oh, thank you," you said as you took the ice cream cone from him, your cheeks heating up a bit. "Wanna sit?"
You scooted over to the side a bit to give him space to also sit on your towel. You pulled your knees up to your chest while quietly licking at the ice cream cone, the cold custard bringing a refreshing feeling to your mouth. It was perfect for a day as hot as today.
Levi tried his best to avoid looking down at you past your face. Your bikini didn’t seem overly revealing at the time, but now he felt like he couldn’t help but notice how it looked on you. Your hair was pulled up into a ponytail, which revealed the nape of your neck and the sunscreen made your skin shimmer. He felt heat rapidly rising to his face and he forced himself to look away and focus on the coldness of the ice cream instead to try to get himself out of that headspace, pissed that he found himself there in the first place.
You bit on your bottom lip, slightly anxious, as you looked at Levi, who was meticulously working through his ice cream cone, looking much more tense than usual. He wasn’t wearing a swimsuit, so he just had on a white t-shirt with some shorts on. His arms up to his upper bicep was exposed and it took every ounce of self-control within you to not continue staring at him. As usual, his hair fell perfectly over his forehead and his signature irritated scowl seemed oddly alluring. You slightly shook your head upon realizing the types of thoughts that you were having.
You shot a side glance at him, watching as he picked away at his ice cream. Upon closer inspection, you could see that he had elected for a waffle bowl instead of an ice cream cone and that he was using a spoon to scoop out the ice cream instead of shoving it in his face like you were.
When he finally looked over at you again, he immediately passed you a napkin. He had grabbed a more than generous bundle from the shop that he was just at.
"You're dripping."
"Oh, shit," you muttered as you took the napkin and wrapped it around the cone, checking to make sure the sugary liquid didn't get onto the towel.
Your hand lingered on that spot on the towel for a bit, as if you were struggling to say something. Your finger gently rubbed the cloth back and forth for a while before your lips finally parted.
"Thank you for not being...weird after the other week," you mumbled.
"What are you talking about?" he asked in what almost sounded like a genuine tone as he finished his ice cream, but he knew what you were referring to—and you knew that he knew.
"...Nevermind," you said as you shook your head.
It seemed like neither of you really wanted to discuss what had happened—or rather, what had almost happened—on the Ferris Wheel.
You remembered the two of you chatting over your sudden grumpiness when you suddenly got the impulsive urge to kiss him. You had gotten so distracted that you could barely remember what it was that you were trying to say at the time: that Levi was the only really close and reliable connection that you had.
"...Just thank you for always being there to pick up the pieces, I guess," you mumbled. "I hope you're not too distressed about having to live with me for another year."
You looked up hesitantly at him. Your last statement was meant to be a joke, but there was a bit of actual anxiety present in your voice as well.
He glanced down at you.
"I think I'll find a way to cope with your annoying ass."
You shot him a half-hearted smile. You knew this banter was normal from him, but you couldn't help but doubt. You couldn't help but ponder on the fact that no one would reasonably want to live with you.
"Cut that out," Levi scolded with a groan.
You blinked at him.
"Cut what out?"
"You're pitying yourself again."
"What? No I'm not," you said defensively.
Levi shot you a skeptical look, not believing you in the slightest.
"You're not as much of a pain in the ass as you think you are."
You scoffed at the irony of his comment.
"You still think that after you had to scout out the entire town for me that one night?"
"Yes."
He responded extraordinarily quickly, and with clear conviction in his voice.
You clenched your jaw and looked down and away from him.
"Do you not believe me?"
He never took his gaze off you.
"_____," he called out after you remained quiet for a while.
You let out an unsteady breath.
"I want to," you whispered. "I just feel like I'm always dragging you down or bothering you for something and there are so many times in which I regret texting you at night because I know you're busy and I don't want to be a burden. And-"
"You never shut up, do you?" Levi scolded, cutting you off. "You're not a fucking burden. Quit doing that to yourself."
He slightly shoved at you in an attempt to pull you out of your head.
You pulled away and looked at him, feeling your cheeks slightly warm up upon seeing that he was shooting you a subtle smile. You gave him a half-hearted smile in return.
"Maybe you're not as much of a dick as I thought you were."
He frowned at your comment.
"You thought I was a dick?"
"Mhm," you said with a nod. "When we first talked, remember?"
"Purged that memory," he said with a deadpan expression, implying that his first meeting with you was so terrible that he had to repress his memory of it.
"Ha, yeah right."
You hated the fact that your cheeks were warming up in his presence again. You hated the fact that you couldn't pull away from him even if you wanted to.
And you absolutely hated the fact that you got this close to your aloof roommate that was insistent on being a dick to you right off the bat.
~~~~~
"You went out to get a sandwich?"
"Not touching that oil-soaked patty."
You looked over across the alley and saw that Nicolo was in the middle of teaching Sasha how to grill. He had brought his own patties that he had prepared earlier on in the day. Given the fact that everyone had been screwing around in the water all day, they were more than ready for burgers—except for Levi.
He was making a face of absolute disgust at the burgers. He was sure it tasted great—he knew of Nicolo's cooking abilities—but just the sight of the coat of grease over them made him scrunch up his nose in disgust.
Instead, he had walked over to a nearby restaurant to order a sandwich. You knew he had walked off to do that. What you didn't expect was that he was going to come back with one in hand for you too.
You didn't have a problem eating the burger, but the sandwich did admittedly look more appetizing than the burgers that everyone had begun digging through.
"So?"
Levi raised an eyebrow at you as you spoke.
"So?"
"You regret coming yet?"
He looked at you without responding, unsure why you were randomly bringing up the question.
"I saw you smacking your shoes earlier to get the sand out."
Levi's breathing paused for a moment. He didn't expect you to notice that. He had made sure that you were out of sight when he went behind his car to get the sand out, not wanting to give you the satisfaction of an "I told you so".
He grunted in response.
"Whatever. As long as it doesn't get in the car."
"Maybe I'll make you go swimming next," you mused.
"Don't you dare."
You chuckled at his reaction, taking a sip of your beer. You looked up towards both Nicolo and Sasha as you finished your sandwich and saw that Sasha had already picked up how to use the grill, despite having only been introduced to it around twenty minutes ago.
You knew all the way back in November that they were beginning to become a thing, so you weren't surprised when they arrived at the beach as an official couple. You watched them interact with each other and found your eyes flashing over towards Levi.
You mentally slapped yourself for doing so. The fact that you automatically looked at him when thinking about a "new couple" meant that those feelings that rose up at the amusement park were still there, and they didn't seem to be going away any time soon. Your housing situation would be made a hundred times more complicated if you ended up falling in love with your roommate. You continued trying to convince yourself that that wasn’t the case and that there was some other explanation for your feelings that didn’t involve a more intimate relationship with him.
It was Levi. He was supposed to piss you off and you were supposed to piss him off. Him being kind to you was a fluke. You just happened to have multiple flukes in a row. It couldn’t possibly mean anything.
You awkwardly shuffled around on the bench, trying to shake off the feeling. Levi immediately noticed that your body posture had changed.
"What?" he asked with a frown.
You looked at him with flushed cheeks. You weren't sure if it was from him or from the alcohol beginning to hit you. You'd prefer if it was just the alcohol.
"Nothing," you mumbled, shaking your head. "Just the alcohol settling in."
He blinked at you a few times with a raised eyebrow. He didn't believe you.
This had turned into a common theme between the two of you. Whether you were intending to or not, lying to him has become significantly more difficult as of late, and vice versa. The tension and mind games were killing you, but you weren’t willing to address anything, if you even knew what “anything” entailed of.
You grimaced as everyone began swarming the table now that the burgers were done and everyone had grabbed their food. The small table that you had been peacefully eating your sandwich at soon became chaotic and messy. Everyone chatting at once became incredibly noisy and it was wearing away at your nerves. You were soon no longer processing anything that was being said, your world simply turning into a haze that vaguely involved people running around and screaming something about summer break that you were too overwhelmed to fully tune in to.
Levi got up and placed a hand on your shoulder, sensing the tension.
"Come, talk a walk with me. It's-"
"-getting too rowdy?" you finished his sentence with a slight smirk. You shared the sentiment, however. It was much too noisy for either of you. Although Levi had pulled you out of your dissociative state, you felt it quickly returning.
He responded to your comment with an eye roll, but otherwise motioned for you to follow as he began to wander back towards the shoreline.
~~~~~
"Oh c'mon, at least dip a toe in!" you shouted back at Levi from the shoreline.
"Fuck no."
You were barely in the water, just close enough for the waves to wash over your feet, but remaining dry otherwise.
The beach was starting to cool off now that the sun began to go down. The sky had a relaxing pink hue to it that was speckled with white clouds drifting about. It had gotten chilly enough that you had a thin, translucent pullover on so that you weren't wearing just a bikini.
You tried to coax Levi to step into the water, but he adamantly refused. After seeing that he wasn't going to budge, you sighed and stepped out of the water, slightly bumping into him as you walked up next to him.
He slightly pushed back against you with an annoyed look. He had invited you on a walk to get away from everyone else, not expecting you to try to drag him into the ocean.
His frown lines softened as you looked up into his eyes and your cheeks heated up as he gave you "that" look again. It was the one you saw for the first time on that Ferris Wheel—a gentle, compassionate look that you rarely got to see from him.
You broke eye contact, feeling your entire body begin to heat up just from being around him. You mumbled something under your breath.
"What?"
You shook off your nerves and spoke up.
"Thanks...for always being there to pick me up."
He sighed in irritation.
"Quit thanking me for it."
You had thanked him for the exact same thing repeatedly over the past day and while he wasn't necessarily sick of it, he knew how excessive it was. He was acutely aware that it had to do with a sense of shame or guilt, but he hoped that you'd eventually be able to just accept that it's okay to need or ask for help.
"I'm sorry if it ever seems like I'm not grateful," you mumbled. "I really don't know what I would've done without you this past year so..."
Your hand grabbed at your other arm in anxiety.
"...so I guess you're not as bad of a roommate as I thought you would be."
You had to end your comment with a joke. At this point it seemed to serve as a protective factor against whatever it was that was brewing within you whenever you were around him. You were hesitant to test the waters with him. It was why you didn't text him when you were on the bus ride back from the amusement park.
You didn't want to screw up what you already had. You didn't want to mess up this delicate friendship that you had finally been able to forge.
When you finally gathered up the courage to look at him again, you saw that he never took his eyes off you the entire time.
He looked into your eyes for a bit before he spoke, as if he was also contemplating about the best way to word his thoughts.
"Did you mean it?"
"That you're not a shit roommate?"
He let out an annoyed tut.
"Not that, dumbass."
You tilted your head a bit at him, genuinely unsure of what he was referring to.
"At the amusement park," he said quietly, and you felt your body freeze upon him bringing it up. "On the Ferris Wheel. Did you mean it?"
He was referring to what you had been saying about being close to him. You remembered musing about the fact that you didn't really have anyone that you could call family, or anyone that you could rely on to be there in case shit hit the fan—except for Levi.
Levi was always there for you, even if it seemed like he didn't want to be. Levi would drop everything to make sure you were okay. You could confidently rely on him. Whether you had wanted to or not, you had formed somewhat of a close bond with him, to the point that every minute that you spent with him involved you being incredibly confused over what your relationship actually was.
You felt your cheeks continue to heat up and you turned to walk away, pausing as your hand brushed up against his.
Your hands lingered near each other for a bit as the both of you stopped moving. You even felt his fingers slightly grasp at yours, although you could easily convince yourself that this wasn't intentional, but it still sent chills throughout your body nonetheless.
"Uhm..y-yeah," you stammered, "I guess I did...Is that okay?"
Neither of you pulled your hands away. The desire to get closer to him was destroying you, but you held agonizingly still as you anxiously waited for his response.
"Sure."
You looked into each other's eyes and you felt that same tension, that same alluring feeling drawing you towards him, that same temptation to gently plant your lips against his. Your face only continued to heat up as you stood next to him, fingers crossed with his, the both of you unmoving, waiting to see what the other would do.
Levi cleared his throat before finally stepping back away from the shoreline.
"Should head back. It's getting dark."
It took you a minute to reorient yourself to reality.
"Yeah," you said quietly as you let out an unsteady exhale. "We should."
You lingered behind him a bit, letting him walk forward. You watched him from behind, appreciating the way that the breeze was blowing through his hair. Your eyes dropped down to the bottom of his t-shirt, where it slightly rose up so that you could ever so slightly see the bottom of his bare back. It wasn’t anything special, but just simply seeing his shirt rise made your body heat up in ways that you weren’t willing to admit to yourself. Besides, you still weren't sure how he felt. Part of you wanted to think that whatever was building up in you was reciprocated, but you were much too scared to act on it without explicit confirmation that he wanted it too.
Even if it was reciprocated, you weren't even sure if you wanted to officially go there. Things were too chaotic and you had never planned to fall in love with your roommate that you had hated so much a year ago.
You weren't sure—but you couldn't deny that a deep part of you left you longing for more.
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"I can't," Lucas groaned, resting his forehead to the table and wrapping his arms around his stomach, "I'm done."
"No, you're not," Vince pushed the fries his way, looking stuffed himself, but still dutifully munching on his fifth burger, "c'mon, Luke, you know how it is."
He did know how it was. At the current weight category he was sitting at - and Vince too - by the time the next season started, they'd be flung around like ragdolls. They didn't stand a chance.
Lucas nodded, grabbing a handful of fries and bringing it to his mouth, not even bothering to muffle the burp that snuck out as he stuffed his face.
They were sitting at Alfredo's Stopover, a greasy diner with super cheap meals and free refills for their drinks, that was a common stop for the football team and known as simply "Fredo's". Their town wasn't that big to begin with, so they actually got a discount there, Alfredo himself being in his late 60's and whose three sons had been a part of the football team when they were in college.
Pleasantries and manners were wasted in Fredo's.
Vince groaned, patting his stomach and rubbing on the side, working up a large burp. Large enough it startled Lucas, causing him to jump and hiccup.
"Don't do that, you're gonna making me hurl," he groaned, kicking his friend under the table and then wincing when the movement only caused his stomach to churn harder. He was stuffed. Between the two of them they had cleaned up more than twelve full burgers - real stuff, not those tiny things McDonalds' served - five extra large coke cups and three large fries portions.
It was their first cheat day in the new bulking season and at first Lucas had been excited about having greasy fast food instead of ultra healthy protein shakes. It was no longer the case, though.
Vince groaned again, shifting on his seat and then massaging his left side. He had removed the stitches a while ago, but clearly it was still sore when his stomach was stretched like that, "I'm so fucking full..."
"You're bigger than me," Lucas mumbled, eyeing the remaining fries with disgust, "so you can imagine how I feel."
"Uhm," Vin answered, struggling to take a deep breath, "can my stomach burst? Feels like it's going to burst."
Lucas chuckled at the imagery, only for his stomach to jump to his throat. He pressed his fist to his mouth, breathing through the hot nausea pooling on top of his belly and swallowing the fries that tried to come up back down.
"Luke?"
"I'm actually done," he decided, giving up on the last handful of fries, "if I eat another bite I'm gonna barf."
"Pussy," Vince scoffed, reaching over and grabbing the last fries, eating it all in one bite. He thumped his chest, bringing up another burp and then stretched on the booth, spreading his legs apart, "okay, I need a minute for this to settle."
Lucas didn't bother answering, he was feeling too sick to even try and make conversation. The fact that he'd have to eat again in three hours was enough to make his stomach hurt.
Across from him, Vince was pressing on his stuffed stomach, working up a string of unashamed burps and Luke grimaced. He was packed so full, if he burped he was going to hurl.
He leaned back too and tugged at the elastic of his pants, rolling it down and causing Vin to snort in an amused way, "you look pregnant, Luke."
Lucas opened a pained smile, planting a hand on the curve of his belly and holding it, as if he could relieve some of it's weight with his hands alone. Vince belched again, undoing the cords of his own sweatpants and loosening the whole thing up, before tying the silliest bow over his bloated stomach.
They stayed quiet for the longest time, Vince burping up a ton, while Lucas swallowed his food back down, here and there letting out the tiniest of burps, getting no relief from it.
"time for dessert, boys?" Alfredo, the sixties aged owner, stepped to their table, looking terribly entertained, "banana splitz for you both?"
"Jeez, Fredo, you're trying to kill me?" Lucas groaned, elbows planted on the table and staring at his lap, "I really can't eat another bite, I'm sorry."
"Nonsense," Alfredo scoffed, thumping his back in a friendly manner and dislodging a burp, that had Lucas whimpering and swallowing the overly sweet spit that flooded his mouth. He was a short man, with a large gut and curly white hair, "what about you, Vincenzo?"
"Not banana splitz," Vince groaned, muffling a burp on his hand and mumbling, "excuse me... I have that milk bullshit, remember?"
"Oh yes, yes," Alfredo frowned, while Lucas let out a nauseous groan and let out a small, wet belch, "pie then?"
"Uhm..." Vince grimaced, fingers digging on his stomach, "to go? Do you have pumpkin?"
"Alright, to go and pumpkin..." The old man turned to look at Lucas, "you're a little green, son..."
"Yeah, I overdid it," Lucas sighed, resting his forehead to the table, "sorry, Fredo, but no dessert for me."
"It's okay, son, another night," he said cheerfully, messing Lucas' hair and then turned around, "should I call you two a cab?"
"No, I drove us here..." Lucas groaned, although there was no way he was driving out of there, "Vin?"
"I got him, Fredo, don't worry," Vince said, his voice a little strained as he massaged his chest, since a burp had gotten stuck.
Lucas looked up, swallowing the salty spit and making a face, "can't believe you can fit a pie, Vin."
"Not now, it's for later tonight," Vince sighed, then took in a deep breath, working up a satisfying burp. Lucas gagged as he smelt the burgers all over again and ducked his head, swallowing convulsively.
"Luke?" Vince called over his head, "man, don't barf, otherwise you'll just have to make up for it tomorrow..."
"I know," Luke's voice was thick with sickness, "not gonna barf..." he wasn't so sure of it, but he was not going to be sick in Fredo's nice little dinner and cause a mess for other's to clean.
"Okay," Vince said, unsure, "let me know when you're ready to get in the car."
It took him a handful of minutes, time enough for Alfredo to return with Vince's to-go box and to pay for their meal. Finally, finally, as Vince was mindlessly nibbling away at his pumpkin pie, not feeling well enough to eat it or bad enough to put it away, Luke straightened up and cupped his mouth, letting out a deep, long belch.
"Uhm," he groaned, swallowing the sick taste back down, "okay, we can go."
Vince squinted at him, then gestured for the waiter, "Liz, can you get me a bag, please?"
Lucas couldn't even be offended, he wasn't feeling well at all. He waited until Liz came back with an empty bag and Vince took it, along with his pie, getting up with a grunt and staggering as his gravity center shifted.
"C'mere, let me help you up," Vin sighed, offering a hand to Lucas and pulling him to his feet, "try not to toss your cookies, please."
"Doing my best," Luke mumbled, getting up and basically collapsing against Vince. He muffled a burp against his best friend's shoulder and shuddered, a shiver running down his spine, "let's go."
Once they arrived to the car, Vince got in the driver's seat and threw him the bag, "keep it close, just in case."
Luke nodded, lowering his window and breathing in deeply. His stomach was churning something awful, feeling hot and bubbly. Every time he moved, he could feel his meal at the base of his throat. His pants were squeezing him, despite the fact he had pushed them down already.
Vince wasn't even attempting to talk, he was rubbing his own stomach with the hand not on the steering wheel and burping quietly, occasionally glancing his friend's way.
Lucas leaned back, closing his eyes as he felt his stomach churn again. His belly let out a sad, loud whine and Vince whistled, "that sounded nasty."
"It's so fucking upset," Luke nodded, rubbing his belly in circles. It was taut and warm to the touch. The smallest amount of pressure caused a gurgle to sneak up and he rushed to cup his mouth, thinking he was going to be sick, but it was just a wet belch.
"Lucas, use the bag," Vin poked his thigh, "c'mon, man-"
"Not gonna hurl," he mumbled, but opened the bag and hovered over it, spitting the nasty salty saliva, "not gonna lie..." he burped again, "kinda happy this is the last football season."
Vince let out a hum, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel, "I guess..." he didn't sound sad or happy, just pensive about it, "we don't have to stop playing together, right?"
"Of course not," Lucas said, then spat again, letting out a moan, "Vin, I feel disgusting."
"Do you need me to pull over?"
"I don't wanna be sick," Luke shook his head, swallowing in a bunch of times, "I can't waste the calories."
"Okay, try leaning back," Vince said, then shifted on the driver's seat, holding the steering wheel with his left hand instead of the right one. Then with his free hand he pushed Luke's shirt up and planted the large palm of his hand over the bloated belly, "try burping."
"Are you rubbing my gut?" Luke frowned, thumping on his chest to get an airy burp out. Vince shrugged, wincing when that caused his own stomach to complain.
"Wendy does that for me and it helps a lot."
"No, I know it helps." Lucas said, belching again and leaning his head closer to the window, so the wind could dissipate the horrible smell of his dinner, "it's just you doing it, that's all."
Vince paused the rubbing, raising his eyebrows, "I can stop?"
"No," Lucas groaned, pressing his hand back down, "no, it's fine. It's helping a little."
And it was helping. At least the burps were coming up a little easier, although the smell and the act of burping was making him feel clammy and nauseous. He groaned as Vince hit a pothole on the road and caused his dinner to jump to his mouth. Lucas belched, wetly, and leaned over the bag, being attacked by a gagging fit.
Faintly he heard Vince apologizing and removing his hand, so he could rub his back instead and Luke moaned, spitting again, but not puking, "...fuck me," he whined, "that felt nasty."
"I'm sorry, I'm gonna watch the road," Vin sounded like he had accidentally dropped his favorite sandwich. The mental image caused Lucas to groan and burp again, spitting another mouthful of thick saliva that he knew if he swallowed back down was going to be a huge mistake.
Finally he saw Vince turn the corner of his street, passing by the decoration store they used as landmark. He was so close, he could cry.
Bell's car was parked on the front and the living room lights were on, bleeding out of the closed curtains. Lucas groaned as he realized he'd have to get up, "ugh, thanks for the ride, Vin... Keep the car, I can stop by your work tomorrow to pick it up."
"You sure?" Vince frowned, "I can get an uber home, it's okay. The dorms aren't far-"
"Nah, it's fine," Lucas sighed, rubbing his face and tugging his pants back up, "see you tomorrow for lunch...?" he belched sickly at the idea and Vince opened an amused smile.
"Don't forget to set up the alarm for your 3 AM shake."
Lucas gagged at the thought, "kill me."
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I'LL BE YOUR FIRST LOVE : chapter 1
[GENERAL]: single!dad!chan x fem!reader, strangers to lovers, smut (warning in each chapter) . fluff, Chan is readers first love
[ WARNINGS IN THIS CHAPTER]: mentions of death, mentions of car accident, hospital, reader has depression, nightmare (let me know if I forgot something)
[ AUTHOR'S NOTE]: Hiiiii, it took me a bit longer to write this new chapter cuz i was super busy. Im rlly excited to post this. Thank u guys for the activity on my last post, luv u all!!
!english is not my first language so I apologize if there are any mistakes!
You were currently sitting at some cheap airport café, staring on a plain white wall. You took a sip of your americano as you were examining the cracks on the wall in front of you – it reminded you of your heart now. Back then, when the airport was built, the walls were all new and without any cracks -just like your heart when you were young-. But after so many years the walls started to crack because of how much they went trough -just like your heart now-.
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You took another sip of your ice americano and the cold liquid going down your throat woke you up from your 10 minutes-long zoning out session. You were overthinking again. You didn't know if this was a good idea because you wanted to forget about past three weeks and start a new life, but at the same time you were scared that all the good memories with your parents will stay in France, left behind.
You took your purse and went to the plane. You didn't even have a backpack because you didn't take any makeup or skin care with you on the plane - you were sick of everything, you didn't even have the energy to take care of yourself. But it wasn't like you cared anyways, you were glad that you were still alive.
You sat down into your seat and slept through the whole flight.
Flashback
"Mom?...Dad?...", you shouted from the front door as it seemed like nobody was home. You took off your shoes and went further in the apartment but nobody was there. You still lived with your parents because they were like best friends to you. You didn't have any other friends besides your mom and dad, you felt safe and comfortable with them.
"Mom? I'm home...", you shouted once again but still no response. It was weird because it was already 9PM - you just came back from your dance practice - and they still weren't home when they usually come back home from work around 6PM.
You went to the living room, with an uneasy feeling, you grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. You liked to do that when you were home alone because you didn't like silence so that there was always same noise in the background. You went to the kitchen to make yourself something to eat while listening to the TV.
"Welcome back after a short break. You can therefore see the collision of a car with a bus from the live broadcast. A few minutes ago, an ambulance came to the place where the accident happened too, but the older couple didnt survive the brutal crash by the bus. Based on the shopping bags in the trunk of the car, we think that the couple was going back from the store only few blocks away from here when the bus hit them from the side and the cap flipped on its roof. The driver brake his ligaments and his wife didn't survive serious head injuries...".
It caught your attention and you went back to the living room. You looked at the TV and that was the moment your heart broke into million ting pieces no one will ever be able to stick together again - or at least you thought.
' No... It can't be... It's not...‘, you thought in your head. The car that was flipped on its roof was your dads car. You quickly ran out without any shoes or hoodie on to go check your dads garage. There was no car, that means your parents went somewhere. You couldn’t believe it was them so you ran to the place where the accident happened only a couple of minutes ago.
You saw your dads car flipped on its roof in the middle of the road. There were plenty of people around watching and recording the whole situation, but you were still searching for the two specific people until... You saw them lying on the side of the road as two policemen were just covering then with white sheets.
You still couldn’t believe. They were gone... for good. You didn't have anyone now. The people you loved the most are really not here anymore?.....
You ran to the two motionless bodies on the side of the road and ineeded down beside them as you broke down into tears. You took your moms hand while praying that this is all just a stupid nightmare and you will wake up soon. But that never happened. As one of the policemen was trying to tale you away from there you took your moms ring off of her finger and put it into your pocket - it was her engagement ring your dad gave her.
You sat down in the grass and watched the whole situation from afar still tasting the salty tears on your lips. You didn't actually feel that you were crying, you didn't feel anything at all - you felt numb, you felt like everything died inside of you. THAT is the only thing you felt.
"Ma'am... Wake up...", you suddenly heard from afar. You looked around trying to find the lady who called you.
End of flashback
You woke up breathing heavily, tears streaming down your face like waterfalls. You had another nightmare. You wiped your tears trying to calm down. You see them everytime you try to sleep - that's the reason why you didn't sleep at all for the past three weeks, you're tired. Really tired - of your life.
You got off of the plane and waited for your suitcase to arrive. Few minutes later you were already sitting in a taxi on your way to your new apartment. You paid the driver for the ride and got out of the car. You took your suitcase and looked at the huge modern-looking building in front of you - your new life.
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"To Breaks!" Noah x OFC
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This is a work of fiction based on real people. If you don't like it, don't read it.
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Pairing: Noah x OFC
Warnings: P in V sex, male oral sex, language, mild d/s, mentions of alcohol/drinking/bars, one-nighter
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The only sounds coming from Elaine's apartment were the sounds of slick, sweat covered skin slapping and the moans and groans of Elaine and the handsome man she brought home from the bar.
She didn't even bother to catch his name, he wasn't even going to stay around long enough for it to even matter.
"Is this seat taken?" A tall slender man asked her, pointing to the empty chair next to her at the bar. "Hm, I'll let you sit if only you're not some creep expecting me to sleep with you because you have a few coy words on that tongue." She replied, taking a sip of her drink.
He chuckled as he slid the chair out and sat down, telling the bartender his order. He turned to Elaine and motioned to the bartender to make another for her as well.
"I hope you know that buying me drinks also won't make me sleep with you." She scoffed.
"I just wanted to be nice, I promise I'm not expecting anything in return." He threw a smirk at her as the bartender put their drinks down on the bar in front of them.
They sat next to each other, not speaking, while the bar bustled behind them. It was a comfortable silence between them, sipping on their drinks and enjoying each others quiet company. The man was the first to speak again, turning to Elaine and knocking his knuckles on the wooden top of the bar.
"So, what happened to make you want to come to a bar and drink all by yourself?"
"Nothing, I just didn't want to sit at home alone and drink. At least here I can people watch and listen to all of the guys fail at hitting on the girls." She chuckled, sipping on her drink slowly. She turned to him, facing the man now.
He was more handsome now that she got to take in his full appearance rather than just a glance. He had short hair, tattoos littered on his body, and a keen grin splattered on his face. She could see scarring from a few piercings he must've once had on his face. He was attractive, that's for sure, and Elaine wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or not, but she was now interested in this mysterious man.
"Hard to people watch when your back is turned to all the people." He chuckled, thumb pointing behind them towards the growing crowd behind them.
"You can watch without using your eyes, you know."
"And how does one do that?"
"By using your other senses. Listen to the guy behind us. He's currently on his third girl of the night, buying drinks. He's wearing cheap cologne that he probably bought at the dollar store on the way over here. If you listen to the tone of his voice when the girls turn him down, you can hear frustration. He's looking for a quick lay and not getting his way."
He sat there pondering her words for a minute. "Hm, I didn't even think of people watching that way. What do you say about me?"
"Well, you smell of mint and sandalwood. You took a shower and brushed your teeth before coming here. You're not hitting on every girl you see, so either you have high standards or just came here to drink. I'm going to go with the latter since you were sitting in silence with me. Either that, or I'm your pick of the night."
He sat, mulling over her words before letting out another chuckle and getting the attention of the bartender for a refill.
"So now that you've asked me, why are you here alone?"
He pondered his answer before replying to her. "Well. I sing in a band and I'm touring. I just needed a moment to be to myself without someone from the crew being around, asking my opinions on shit. Just needed a breather."
"Huh. Sounds like a good excuse. To breaks!" She raised her glass in the air, him doing the same and tinking them together.
They continued conversation, talking to each other easily for the next hour. Elaine pulled out her wallet, and placing cash on the bartop. She looked over at the tall man with her eyebrows raised. "Gonna stay, or do you want to come back to my place?"
"Thought you weren't interested in guys who bought you drinks and spoke to you?" He teased, a smirk playing on his lips. She smirked back at him, standing up from her seat. "I said if you weren't a creep."
Now she's laying underneath the tall man, him moving his hips in rhythmic thrusts into her core. She's scratching her nails along the span of muscle on his lean back, she knows she's leaving crescent moon shaped marks on his skin, but she doesn't care. She's happily marking him up with memories of this night so he doesn't forget all too quickly.
He leans down and kisses her shoulder tenderly, taking his hand and wiping her hair away from her face. She can feel his warm breath on her neck as he leans in to whisper in her ear.
"Tell me pretty girl...tell me this isn't the only way you like to get fucked. I know there's a wild girl in there." She moans at his sultry voice, taking her hands and putting them flat against his chest pushing him up off of her.
"Want to see how I liked to get fucked?" She asks, pushing him down on the bed onto his back. He chuckles at her, placing a pillow under his head.
She crawls over him, straddling his legs, and leans down to leave kisses on his inked chest. A low moan escapes from between his beaten lips, placing his hands on her head, gathering her hair into his hands to keep it out of her face.
"Oh pretty girl, you are such a tease. I just want to feel you on my cock again." He whines, thrusting up into the air as she giggles and licks his nipple slowly.
"You wanted to see how I like to get fucked. Well, part of that is I like to tease." She looks him in the eyes and his eyes are hooded; she can see the deep burn of desire behind his brown irises.
Frustrated, he pulls her up onto him more, crashing their lips together in a heated, passion filled kiss. She moans into his mouth, feeling the tender swipe of his tongue on her bottom lip, asking for entry. She opens her mouth, letting his tongue in to explore. She reciprocates, swirling her tongue in sync with his, earning a grunt from the man below her. He brings his hand up, tangling it in her hair, pulling her into the kiss more as he bites her lower lip, causing her to rut her hips into the open air. He thrusts his hips up, putting pressure on her core and he can feel the wet slick gathered in her slit.
"I think if you don't sit on my cock right now, I'm going to fucking explode." He whispers in between heated kisses.
She doesn't reply, instead opting for sitting up and moving forwards, now straddling his hips, hovering over his erection. She takes his dick in her hand, pumping slowly. She swipes the hole at the tip of his cock with her finger, smearing his leaking precum and she can feel him twitch in her hand, him hissing at the pleasurable sensation. She slowly lowers herself onto him, causing him to gasp at the feel of her warm, wet walls. She moans when she takes all of him, cock buried deep inside of her. Even though this is the second time he's entered her tonight, she still feels like he's splitting her open, making her cunt feel full.
She starts to slowly rock back and forth, his pelvis rubbing her sensitive clit with every thrust of her hips. The fire in her belly is starting to burn wildly and her pussy throbs, causing the man below her to groan at the feeling of her pussy gripping his cock.
"Just when I thought...you couldn't get...any better." He pants between quick breaths and moans.
He grips her hips with a hold she's sure is going to leave bruises, but she doesn't mind. She likes souvenirs.
He helps her hips rock back and forth before he plants his feet, thrusting upwards into her, the grips on her hips pulling her down. It catches her off guard, causing her to cry out from the pleasure of him hitting the sweet, soft spot inside of her.
"Oh my god, please don't stop!" She screams, her hands grabbing her tits, and rolling her nipples in between her fingers. The fire in her belly is raging, like gasoline was thrown onto the flames. She can feel the pull of the pleasure start to consume her, and if she doesn't get to her destination soon, she's sure to combust.
"Gonna cum on my cock, pretty girl? Wanna feel you, need to feel you." He's thrusting into her harder, faster, her knees not able to touch the bed anymore. He takes one hand off of her hip and brings it down to her slick folds, using his thumb to rub quick circles over her clit.
"Cum for me." He whispers to her and that's all she needs to tip over the edge. Stars burst behind her eyes, and she's gasping for breath between the tremors of her orgasm. Her legs are shaking, and her whole body is convulsing. She's not able to control her own body anymore and she falls forwards into his chest. He's moaning underneath her, feeling the contracting pull of her pussy gripping his cock.
He wraps his arms around her and sits up quickly, maneuvering her body underneath his. She's on her back underneath him, still trembling from her orgasm. He flips her over onto her belly, leans down, and presses kisses between her shoulder blades. He places his hands on her shoulders tenderly, massaging the taut muscles while her body calms down from the wracking orgasm she just experienced.
Once her body relaxes, she chuckles and turns her head to the side to look at him, he's sitting on his knees next to her. "Oh my god. I think that's the best orgasm I've ever had in my life."
He smiles and pushes her hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear. "Glad to be of service pretty girl. I'm glad you came when you did, I almost couldn't hold on much longer."
She pushes herself up onto her knees, turning to face him, touching their knees together. "You didn't cum?"
He shakes his head and points down to his still erect cock. "But it's okay, I just wanted to make you feel good."
"Well, that just won't do. What kind of lady would I be if I just used you for my pleasure and didn't return the favor?" She takes her fingers and walks them up his lengthy decorated arm, wrapping her hand around his neck to tug at the short hairs. He hisses through his teeth and his cock jumps at the slight sting of pain, the ache is his belly growing.
She chuckles and wraps her other hand around his cock, gently pumping. The hand in his hair pulls again, forcing a deep groan out of the man.
"You like a little bit of pain, huh? Couldn't tell with all of the tattoos you have." She teases, leaning forwards to wrap her lips around a nipple. His breath stutters as he feels teeth nip at his peaked bud, a silky tongue licking afterwards to soothe the sting.
He takes a hand and places it on her head, gripping her hair. She feels his body shaking, an overstimulation of the pleasure blossoming deep in his belly.
She chuckles, noticing how he's turned into putty in her hands. She leans up and kisses him, a passionate kiss that's not as heated as before. Their tongues not battling for domination this time, instead dancing a sweet dance together. She guides him down, laying him on his back beneath her. She straddles his waist again, taking his arms and pinning his hands above his head. They separate from the kiss, looking into each other's eyes and she can see the burning lust behind his.
She grinds down on his cock causing his breath to hitch. "Oh, baby girl...you ready for round two?" He smirks, rolling his hips into hers. She moans when his erection presses into her core, his cock gliding so smoothly through the pooled slick in her folds.
"I had a different idea." She grins, leaning over and grabbing her panties that he discarded from her body earlier.
"Open up, big boy." She commands, and he opens his mouth wide with a chuckle. She shoves her panties into his mouth, and he moans. He can taste her slick that soaks the fabric, wishing he could throw her under him, spread those toned legs of hers, and lick up her essence, tasting more of her.
"I'm going to let go of your hands, but if you move them, you're going to regret it. Do you understand?" He nods slowly, eyelids hooded and jaw clenched tight. He's dizzy, his head swimming from the smell and taste of her arousal. Blood is rushing to the head downstairs, and he worries his cock is going to combust if she doesn't touch him.
This is new territory to him, and it piques his interest. He's never been handled this way before, usually he's the one doing the commanding, making his partners beg. The thrill of this new experience sends shivers down his spine, goosebumps to form on his body. He moans around her panties, discovering his new interests is exciting.
"Now be a good boy and relax. I'll take care of you." She lets go of his hands, and he grips them together pushing them underneath her headboard.
"Already such a good boy, listening to me. You don't want to be a bad boy, do you?"
He shakes his head, whimpering at her seductive words.
"I want you to be quiet. I don't want the neighbors to hear how much of a naughty boy you are. Think you can do that for me? Think you can hold it in?" She asks, taking her hand and running it through the locks on his head. Her other is splayed on his chest, her thumb rubbing soothing circles into his skin. He nods in confirmation before his eyes roll to the back of his head.
"Good boy. Relax for me, okay? And if you want me to stop, just tell me. You can move and do that. Okay?" He nods again, thrusting his hips into her.
She chuckles and rubs her hands on his chest, lightly grazing her thumbs over his hard nipples. She can see him holding his breath, him making sure to not make a sound.
One hand's thumb is lightly rubbing a nipple, while her opposite hand is rolling his other nipple in between her fingers. She slightly pinches and pulls, causing his breath to stutter, and she can see his pulse quicken. She rolls her hips into his and he pushes his head back farther into the pillow. His eyes are closed, taking a deep breath. He can feel pleasure pooling into his belly and all he wants is a release, something to unwind the taut string inside of him.
"Gonna cum already? That's no fun, I had plans for us." She whispers, throwing her leg over and off of him. His eyes shoot open, locking onto her, and she can see his eyebrows furrowed begging for her to not stop, to come back and finish what they started.
She leans forwards and places a chaste kiss on his lips before she moves to his neck, nipping at licking at the skin. She's leaving tender kisses and small bites until she comes to the soft spot above his collarbone. She starts to suckle lightly at his skin, licking the spot afterwards to soothe. She can see the blood coming to the surface, a start of a small hickey. She smiles to herself at her work.
His body is vibrating at this point, but he remains quiet for her. His hips are thrusting and rolling into the air, seeking some form of friction on his throbbing cock.
"Calm down, I got you. I promise it'll be worthwhile." She whispers in his ear, biting his earlobe. He breathes out heavily, a moan almost escaping him.
She wraps her hand around his cock and she can feel his swollen he is from his erection. His cock twitches at her simple touch, heat radiating off of his member. His precum is leaking all the way down his shaft, pooling at the base. She starts to slowly pump him, his eyes opening wide and staring down where her hand grips him. His breath catches and he hiccups. She takes her other hand and plays with her breast, giving the man beneath her a show. His face is flushed with ecstasy, cheeks reddened, sweat forming on his hairline. She knows he's trying his damnedest to stay quiet, so she decides to reward him.
She moves down until her face is flush with his cock. She purses her lips and blows cool air onto his member, watching his cock jump in her hand. She giggles and does it again and his hips thrust upwards quickly.
"Such a good boy for me. Do you think you should be rewarded?" She asks, blowing the cool air on his cock again. He nods quickly, desperately. He's begging without words and she smiles.
She believes he deserves it, so she leans forwards and licks a stripe up the underside of his cock. He chokes on his own breath, stopping a moan from escaping from deep inside his chest. She was ruining him and he loved every bit of it.
She licks his cock again, making sure it's slick with her saliva before she rests the head of it on her tongue. She looks up at him to see him staring at her, silently pleading for some friction to relieve the ache in his belly.
Eyes locked into his, she closes her mouth around the head, gently sucking. He takes a deep breath and hisses through her panties.
She takes more of his cock in her mouth, the weight heavy on her tongue. She can feel his stomach muscles tensing at the much needed stimulation. His pupils are blown, his dark brown irises almost consumed by the black. She hallows her cheeks and sucks up the length of his shaft, swirling her tongue around the head before going down again.
His cock hits the back of her throat and she gags a bit, but she pushes further down until her nose is in his pubic hair. He's gasping for breath, but still quiet for her. She starts bobbing her head slowly, making sure to suction on her way up.
Her hand is still wrapped around his cock, moving in time with her mouth for the length she can't fit without deepthroating him. She can still feel his body shaking, feel him jerking with every swirl of her tongue.
She pops off his cock, licking along the shaft. Her hand is pumping him antagonizingly slowly when she asks "are you going to cum for me? Going to cum in my mouth?"
He tries to hold back the whimper that escapes from his throat, but no amount of self control could have stopped it. His eyes roll to the back of his head and he tenses his body. The tight coil in his belly is about to snap, but he's trying to hold on for dear life.
She plucks the panties from his mouth and throws them somewhere on the floor. "I want to hear you let go when you cum." He moans instantly at her words, thankful he no longer had to hold back.
"That's my good boy. Let me hear those pretty sounds from the pretty little singer."
He moans again, and lets out a deep gutteral groan when she shoves his cock back into her mouth. She's sucking with earnest now, making sure he's close to his release. Her hand is still on his shaft, moving in sync with her mouth. She takes her other hand and cusps his balls, rolling them in her palm.
"Oh my gooooood, yes! That! Jesus fucking Christ don't stop. God you're going to make me cum. Yes, oh fuck baby, oh fu-" He cries out when his orgasm takes over, releasing his load into her mouth. She deepthroats him, feeling his cock twitch in her throat as he cums down her it. She swallows his release, throat milking his cock of all of it. She can feel his balls throb in her hand emptying completely and she moans around him.
His cock leaves her mouth with another pop, and she swallows again clearing her throat of the thick, sticky substance. She goes back down on him again, making sure to lick up any she may have missed. He finally moves his arms, pulling her up onto his chest.
"Woah, woah, too sensitive. Hurts." He says, leaning down and giving her gentle kisses on the corner of her mouth. She smiles up at him, kissing him back.
"Holy shit, dude. I don't think I've ever came that hard in my life." He says between pants.
She chuckles at him, laying her head on his chest. "Now that I've had your cock in my mouth, I should probably catch your name."
"Noah. And yours, pretty girl?"
"Elaine."
"Nice to formally meet you Elaine."
They chuckle to each other, Elaine grabbing the duvet and covering them both under the warmth. They drift off to sleep wrapped in each other.
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The Drug In Me Is You
Jason Todd x AFAB Reader
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CW: Slowburn, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Light? BDSM, Blood Kink, Praise Kink, Degradation Kink, Honestly Kinky in Gen., Reader has female gentile, Use of Y/N but not too much.
AN: This is pretty much of a what if Jason was a sugar daddy turned lover. I also posted this on Ao3 as well.
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Not everyone is built to handle the harsh world of Gotham. I mean fuck, I was raised in this hell bent city. I grew up surviving just barely over the poverty line. Lower income childhood meant cheap or in the box food for dinner. It meant thrifted clothes or cheap chain stores having sales and deals. Brands for show. School supplies, book ads, shoes, ect.
Nothing would prepare me for tipping my toe onto the world of rich men and wealthy women. Couldn't afford to attend college, not that it was the most important thing for me. But I needed to live on my own. Support myself. Somehow I managed to land a job as a waitress at a high-end restaurant near the wealthiest part of Gotham City. The hourly pay barely covers my rent. But the tips? Those help cover food, some to cover miscellaneous costs, and a little bit extra for savings incase of other crap. Still surviving. Barely but better.
No need for another job right now. It's been months since I started there. And I even have my own little studio apartment because of the job. Within a month of saving all the money I earned and money I previously saved. It's old and covered floor to ceiling with art pieces. Some older and some fairly more recent. I like looking at them. They bring life to this creepy old building.
Today I scrambled recklessly out of bed once my alarm clock started blasting. Turning it off I glanced at the time. Damn it's only 10 am, I still have about a few hours before my shift. I stretched out my sore muscles and walked to my small kitchen to make brunch. I grab out my lovely yogurt bowl and place it on the table along with the food I'm gonna scarf down. I mix my granola mix with some strawberry yogurt in the bowl. A quick meal before I get dressed for work.
By the time I finished eating, showering, dressing up, and cleaning up it's one o'clock. I check my work outfit just in case. We only had two choices that could be four different outfits at work. White or black button up, black slacks, or a knee length skirt. Obviously with tights tho. I picked a fuzzy off my black button up and straightened the pencil skirt. Finally I put my heels into my bag and slipped on my flats.
The restaurant was busy as usual. Honestly I wished for at least one day for us to be slow. But unfortunately rich people don't exactly give one shit. At least I think so. It's not something I would actually say, well to their faces.
My coworker Allison comes up to me as I swipe a card to finish paying my current table's bill.
" Hey Y/N? I just wanted to let you know I just sat three at table ten. The reservation is for Wayne." She said before patting my shoulder.
I smile, " Yeah okay, thanks Ally."
I go back and hand the receipt and card to my leaving table and head towards table ten. Three gorgeous looking men sit, chatting and laughing like they're not at a five star restaurant but at a diner by a public highschool. Weird beautiful men, but alright. I pull out my spiral notepad, pen in my right hand, ready for them to order.
" Hello there! You must be the Wayne reservation. I am your waitress this evening. My name is Y/N. Are gentlemen ready to order drinks?" I make sure to sweeten my words.
The three men stop talking. One with the shorr, but longer dark hair speaks, " Yes we are. We also know what we would like to order as well."
The man with the red hair and the man dawning the short black hair with a white streak also agree with the other gentleman. I jotted down the orders. I collect their menus and walk over to put in the orders so they get sent to the kitchen.
Once they finished eating, I walked over with the receipt and the card that belonged to the charming man with the long hair. I bid the men good day, leaving with the signed copy receipt. I opened the book to see the receipt and three sets of tips. Two were around a hundred in cash tips. The other was. What the hell? Five hundred dollars in cash?? The entire meal cost less than that! I stare blankly at the money before grabbing it out to place it in my wallet I use for my personal tips of the day.
Fuck it, I take it back. Only some rich people are douchebags. I finish my things up and head out to the back side of the building for a short smoke break before I take my lunch. I pull out my unopened cigarette pack from my bag and hit the bottom of the pack before unwrapping it. I grab out my FUCK OFF labeled lighter from the side pocket. I light it and take a long inhale of smoke.
" Got a light?" A voice asks.
I exhale and nod, " Yeah." And hand my lighter over, still not looking over.
He laughs, " Thanks, sweetheart. Did you like the tip? Thought you deserved more since you had to deal with my brother Dick and our friend Roy. They can be… Loud."
That's when I looked over like a deer in headlights, " Uh.. Ooh that was you? And yeah, thank you for the tip. But you do realize the entire check was less than that right? I'm not complaining, just curious."
He pulls the cigarette out of his mouth before taking a bit to talk, " Yeah, I know that, darling. But I like spoiling hard-working people. Money is money. I also know that this place gets more money than they pay their waiters and waitresses. I know that most of you survive with tips."
"Oh." I manage out.
I can't but stare at the sincere look on his face. His absolutely hot face. God I need to get a fucking grip. He finishes his cigarette and hands me back my lighter. I put the rest of my own cancer stick out as well before shoving my shit back into my bag.
His hands are in his pocket as he smiles at me.
"My name is Jason, by the way, sweetheart. What's yours?" His right hand extends towards me.
I take his hand to shake, " It's Y/N."
We shake hands but before I can pull away he already turned mine over and plants a light kiss on it. I just stared like a god damned weirdo so unsure of what was going on. Letting my hand go he shoves his own back into his pocket.
"Have a good night Y/N." And he walks away.
What the actual fuck is wrong with me? My face is hot and I rush back inside to grab my lunch. I sit in the back of the locker room slash break room. Recounting the events only worsens my reddened face. I shovel my chicken caesar salad trying to refocus myself. Spoiler alert, that didn't fucking work. I look at the clock on the wall. An hour and I'm out of here. I can just forget pretty boy and move on. He's definitely just a flirt. Get over it Y/N.
Even when I got home, I can confidently say I didn't forget Jason. In actuality, all I did was think about him. Fuck fuck fuckity fuck fuck.
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My entire living situation has crumbled and my sister and I are homeless and more desperate for money than we ever have been.
I've started a GoFundMe to try and raise money for my sister and I to put down a deposit on a flat/apartment as soon as possible. We have a place in mind since we've been looking around but we aren't sure if we'll get to it in time.
All of this is to say if you can commission me, anything is appreciated! Otherwise I'll be trying to do sketches for anyone who donates £10 or more to the GoFundMe, or (preferably) my PayPal. Just send me proof and a ref to work from. I'll try to make higher quality art for bigger donos. Think of it like cheap "pay what you want" commissions
I cannot promise that commission or sketch progress will be steady since I'm currently in a hotel and need to leave tomorrow and don't have another place lined up for us. We just need a safe place to sleep. Please help.
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Come here, loverboy...
Summary: Mav's first time being dominated by his partner.
Pairing: sub!Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x dom!fem!reader
W/C: 3.9k
Rating: +18, orgasm denial, dom/sub, spanking, light choking,
TWs: Bodily fluids, blood
A/N: Started writing it. Had a breakdown. Bon Appetite. (not even a crumb of plot)
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Maverick gave everyone the impression that he was this cocky and confident pilot, but you saw right through that when you laid your eyes on him for the first time. He was the brattiest brat you'd ever seen, and he simply needed someone to put him in his place.
Sure, at first you made him think that he hooked and sunk you, so the expression of confusion when you left the bar without even saying goodbye was even more delicious. He chased you and still tried to swoon at you, but you only cooed at him dismissively.
- I don't need a brat to take home with me tonight, love. - he didn't know that yet, but you'd indeed had plans for him, just not the ones he was thinking of, and you were more than willing to wait. Although you had a sneaky suspicion that you wouldn't have to.
- What? I'm not a brat! - he seemed genuinely offended at that notion, but something clicked in his brain.
- Oh, but you are. - you gently patted his cheek, observing how his expression changed. - Find me when you're ready to be a good boy, love. - and with that, you were off, leaving him in your rearview mirror. It wasn't long before you saw a motorcycle closing in behind you and following you to your house. You knew of course it was him, because who else could it be...?
When you exited your car, he was already off his bike, not sure what to do next, but you didn't help him. If he wanted to be a good boy, he had to at least show some initiative in that.
- I am a brat... - he finally stated; his voice confident, even if quiet, but he wasn't able to look you in the eye.
- And...? - you asked after a long break. After all, if he really wanted something, he'd have to work for it; you weren't just another one of his conquests.
- And I'm ready to be a good boy... - he said a bit quieter, still unable to raise his gaze. You didn't say anything, just crossed your arms on your chest and looked at him expectantly, so when he finally looked at you, he was met with clear disappointment. - I'm ready to be your good boy, ma'am. - he said, raising his chin up as if he tried to hold onto the dignity that was currently slipping through his fingers.
- Doesn't really sound like it, love... - you just shook your head disapprovingly and sighed heavily. - But let's see what can be done with you... Follow me. - and he did. Just a few steps behind you right through the threshold. You closed and locked the door behind both of you.
- Kneel. - you've said, and he looked at you, pure surprise on his face, but one raised eyebrow from you was enough for him to follow instructions and fall to his knees, which was met with a satisfied hum from you. - Stay here. Knees apart, hands behind your back, eyes up. - and he changed his position to the one you demanded. He acutely observed your every move, even as small as undoing small buckles on your sandals, but he didn't move, even though he wanted to crawl and undo them with his teeth for you.
But then you disappeared from his sight... At first, he was a bit amused, but then he heard the sound of running water in the distance and he realized that he smelled of cigarette smoke and cheap bear, which wasn't the best, and it made him uncomfortable enough that he started to wriggle on his heals, unsure what the rest of the evening entailed. He was getting impatient because he was following your instructions and didn't get anything in return. He started to get up, to at least check on what you were doing, but unfortunately for him, you came back just as he was on his feet, frozen in a moment like a deer in headlights.
- If you want to leave, I'm not holding you hostage. You know where the doors are. - you've said, evidently giving him time to change his mind, but he only hung his head in shame and went back to his knees. - Do you have a preferred safeword or any hard noes? - you asked, not moving from the place you were standing.
- No, ma'am. - oh, so he was really fresh to this. You sighed gently.
- Quick course then. Never say you don't have any hard noes, especially if you haven't tried anything. - he blushed a little bit because he was trying to hide from you exactly how new to all of this he was. - We're gonna use the standard color scale tonight, and I will be checking with you from time to time, even if you won't be using it. Green means that everything is ok, yellow will make me stop and check in with you, and red is a hard stop. I will always abide by them without any questions or comments. Do you understand? - he nodded. - How are you with pain? - the question surprised him because apparently, the thought didn't even cross his mind when was telling you that he didn't have any hard noes.
- I'm... open to it. - he finally replied. It took some time, but he seemed cautiously curious.
- Are you allergic to latex or silicone? - another confused look, but he shook his head for no. - Good. Don't move. - you closed the distance between you two at last, and he leaned to try to kiss you, which earned him a slap to the face. - I said don't move, brat. - he clenched his jaw, heat spreading on his skin. Fortunately for him, you weren't wearing any jewelry tonight, because it might have stung much more.
- I'm sorry, ma'am. - he mumbled under his breath, looking at the ground, and you honestly weren't sure if he was forgetting himself so quickly, or just wanted to be punished.
You gently took his leather jacket off and put it on yourself. Only now he realized that you must have taken your shirt off when you were gone because you were currently wearing only your bra on the top part of your body. You kneeled in front of him and moved his leg to unlace his shoe, which took him by surprise. You also took it off for him, and qucly did the same with the second one. Sure, you could have told him to do that, but it was much more fun to watch him squirm under your touch, completely unused to this type of attention.
You traced your hands up his thighs and unbuckled his belt, without even touching his most sensitive area, and yet, you could see it filled more than it was. This was going to be fun...
- Undress. Everything. Leave it at the door and when you're ready, crawl to the bedroom, the doors will be open. - you quickly cupped his manhood through the thick material of his jeans and left him speechless, while you headed to the bedroom to finish preparing everything there. There was not much left since the lube and a bowl of warm water were already on the nightstand. You only put a fresh towel on the bed, just in case.
He joined you there surprisingly quickly. On all fours, like you requested, and with a heavy cock hanging between his legs.
- You lied to me. - you've said. - You told me you were ready to be a good boy for me, yet I leave you for a minute and you couldn't follow a simple command. - he realized that you were serious. - Or your silly little brain just couldn't process one thing for longer than a minute... Either way, I've had dogs who were better at following instructions than you... - your voice was soft, even if your words cut deeply. - You're not a good boy, you're a brat. And bratty behavior will be punished under this roof, do you understand? - he nodded, ready to sit on his heels and get his hands off the ground, but one warning look from you stopped him from doing that.
You sat on the edge of the bed and patted your knees, letting him what to do next. You didn't want to use a paddle or a riding crop during his first time, but you had a sneaking suspicion that there won't be long before he'll start begging for them.
He splayed on your knees without a word, only a short squeal when you grabbed his hips and pulled them closer to you, so he wouldn't be able to slip so easily. It was a surprise, since you pinned him more as a suffer-in-silence guy, and the sound he made was simply adorable. Not adorable enough to convince you to go easier on him though.
- 20 should be enough for now, what do you say, brat...? - he already hid his face in his hands, but he couldn't hide the erection that was growing against your thigh. - And just so we're clear, you're not allowed to cum yet, do you understand? - you couldn't see his face, but you were ready to put in a good sum of money on the fact, that it was red.
- Green... - he said quietly, earning a smile from you.
- Good boy... - you've gently patted his ass almost lovingly. - You're going to count. - you've said, relaxed your wrist, and slapped him right in the center of his right cheek hard and without any warning. And the motherfucker moaned so loud, that it caught you by surprise... It will be so fun to take him apart...
- One... - he said almost out of breath and you hummed in agreement, gently massaging the place on his skin you just hit, the red outline of your hand already visible. The second one landed on his left cheek almost a mirror to the first. He moaned again, this time a bit quieter, but still with a full chest. You could feel his cock twitch in between your thighs. You couldn't help but wonder if you'd be able to make him cum only with spanking.
- Two... - his voice was so desperate, but he didn't even know for what. - Three... Four... - you alternated your focus between both cheeks. Usually, you would aim for that place where the cheek was meeting with a thigh since it stung the most, but you wanted to give him as good of a time as possible during his first time with you. He was counting, moaning, but when you heard a sob, you stopped immediately.
- Color? - he looked at you with tears streaming down his cheeks and for a fraction of a second you were worried you went too far.
- Green. - he said through gritted teeth. - So fucking green. Harder. Please, ma'am... - oh he looked so delicious like that and you couldn't help but grin. You pulled his hips back into the perfect position and closed your thighs a bit, so his fully erect cock was now trapped in between them. You obliged his request, by taking wider swings and allowing your hand to hit a bit lower than a center, so few of your fingers landed on that sweet place connecting his ass to his legs.
He continued to count diligently, even if saying the words took him a bit longer with each hit now, but when you got to 17...
- Yellow, yellow, yellow...! - he screamed and you immediately stopped, moved your hand to his chin, and forced him to look at you.
- What's wrong? Do you want to stop...? - you asked in a soft, calming tone, as to let him know you won't be mad, disappointed, or anything else.
- No! - he said almost immediately. - Just... - the embarrassment slowly started to leak into his eyes. - You've said I wasn't allowed to cum... - his voice barely a whisper, and only now you realized how much of his pre-cum was smeared on your thighs.
- Awwww... - you couldn't help but smile; it was almost adorable how at the moment he valued your orders more than his own release. - Such a good and needy boy...
- I'm good to continue... just... a few seconds... - he said and you cupped his face.
- That was good... Not only following the instructions, but the fact that you didn't hesitate to use the safe word. - you've praised him, and rubbed the tears from his eyes with your thumb. He looked so beautiful so messed up... You couldn't help but wonder if he'd be open to wearing some eyeliner or mascara just so you could ruin it and mess him up even more.
- I'm ready for the last three... - he was still hard against you, but he wasn't crying anymore, and his breath was steady and calm. And if he was sure that he could handle the last three, who were you to deny him that? But you did something different... You didn't wait for him to count, quickly and harshly hitting the same, precise spot three times in a row, and he cried out loud, trying to get away for the last one, but you still managed to land it exactly where you wanted.
His skin was such a pretty shade of red, and as soon as he realized that was it, he relaxed on his knees a bit, shoulders and arms slumping on the bed, with his face buried deep in the sheet.
- You did very good... - you whispered, while gently rubbing your hand on his ass, soothing the pain you caused. - Such a good boy... Do you think you deserve a reward for being so good during your punishment...? - he groaned into the mattress and nodded his head, apparently too gone for words, at least for now, and you couldn't stop a chuckle from leaving your chest. - Come here... - you helped him raise up, but he slipped to the floor and landed on his knees in front of you. He didn't sit on his heels though...
You grabbed his jaw and forced him to look up. His eyes were glassy and in such a beautiful shade of green. His cheeks were so beautifully pink and wet from his tears, that you wanted to lick them. His parched lips were so plump from biting that you wanted to soothe them.
- Beautiful... - you couldn't help yourself and brought his face closer to yours and placed a soft kiss on his lips; a huge contrast to your fingers digging into his jaw and stopping him from diving deeper into you. You forced him to stand up and made him switch places with you, so now he was the one sitting on the edge of the bed, you quickly took off your panties and kicked them away. You nudged him a bit more and he moved further away on the bed, making a bit more space for you.
You straddled him, putting your knees around his hips, and gently started grinding against him, without letting his jaw from your fingers.
- You're not allowed to cum yet... You did well, but you still have a lot to prove, so you're going to let me use your body to get off... - your whisperes soft, gentle against his lips; a complete contrast to the words you were saying. - And I will allow you to cum... Only after I will for the second time, understood? - he seemed genuinely terrified at the idea of waiting that long and was clearly not sure if he'll manage to last that long. On the other hand... He realized that the punishment almost made him cum, and he wouldn't entirely mind if it was to happen again.
- Green... - he said cautiously, and you couldn't help but smile. He was learning quickly and apparently accepted his new role. You couldn't help but wonder how would that affect his future encounters... Will he still seek other stupid girls to boss around, or did you spoil him for them...?
You reached in between you two and guided him inside you... At first, you only sank just the tip, feeling his whole body tensing up under you, while your walls were slowly stretching around him. You released his jaw and put both of your hands on his shoulders to stabilize yourself better on the soft mattress.
- Can I please touch you...? - his voice was barely a whisper, and yet it hugged you warmly.
- Yes, you can. - you smiled. You didn't give him any limitations as to where exactly he could touch you, because you were curious about what he would do. His touch was very light against your skin, almost like an echo. He slipped his hands under his own leather jacket that you were still wearing and pulled you a bit closer to him, but he didn't try to force you to do anything... He just wanted to hold you close, so you wouldn't slip away.
You finally started sinking down, taking him deeper inside you, and he inhaled sharply, his arms tightening around you as if he was afraid that you could disappear any second.
- Can I please kiss your chest and suck on your nipples...? - he was on his best behavior after the initial mess-up, politely asking for everything, and you nodded, while you slowly rose up, feeling his penis drag against that sweet bundle of nerves inside you.
He slowly started placing small kisses on your neck and moved lower, not missing a single patch of skin, while you were slowly rising up and sinking onto him; a welcome distraction, something else to focus on besides his throbbing cock deep inside you... You moved one of your hands to the back of his head and grabbed a fistful of his hair. You didn't pull him away, just a small reminder of who was in charge...
He dug his fingers deeper into the skin on your back, and you couldn't help but moan a little, because, at the same time, he moved the material of your bra with his tongue, to get to the nipple and sucked it in. He of course noticed your reaction and immediately did that with the other one, which rewarded him with another moan from between your lips. It was so easy to use him as you wished, changing the angle to your liking, having him touch you all over while you were still wearing his clothes...
You clenched around him and he let out a harsh breath and immediately bit his lower lip to the blood.
- Hey, hey, hey... None of that... No hurting yourself on my watch... - you immediately stopped moving, put your finger under his chin, and separated his lips with your thumb.
- I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine... - he repeated it like a mantra, his thoughts obviously occupied by something else.
- What's your color, baby...? - you checked with him, catching his gaze and without words forcing him to match his breath with your's which was much slower.
- Green, so fucking green, but I'm going to cum, you just feel so good... - there were tears gathering in the corners of his eyes. - So fucking good around me... I wanna cum so bad, ma'am, but you told me not to and I want to be good, but you feel so good... - he almost didn't have control over the words that were coming out of his mouth. Everything in his brain was scrambled. You closed your lips around his lower lip and sucked on it gently, tasting his blood. He almost immediately tried to make the kiss deeper, but you firmly held his head by the hair in one place. - You feel so good, just so good... - he was still whispering against your skin.
- Since it's our first time together... - you pulled him away and looked him in the eyes. - I'm going to allow you to cum after I'll cum only once, but I will still have to do that first... And you will owe me one orgasm in the future since I'm so graciously letting it go for now. Are you ok with that...? - he was so lost in his own pleasure and so set on not getting release just yet, that it was truly adorable. - Focus. - your tone sharpened and grounded him in reality.
- Yes, I am more than fine with that... - he said, finally focusing his train of thoughts on you.
- Now... I was getting close, so if you'll keep making those silly little noises, I won't last long... - you run your thumb on his lower lip, smearing the blood on it. - Can you do that for me, sweet boy...? - you asked and he nodded enthusiastically. - Good... I will start moving now... - you informed him and continued to hold his gaze. After just a few seconds he moaned so prettily that you couldn't help but smile. With your every move, his moans became higher, needier, and more desperate... He was still focused so much on not coming that he didn't realize that your walls started clenching around him and you rode him through the whole orgasm... Only when you slumped against his body and slowly kissed him, licking the dried blood from his lip, he realized that you indeed came. It took you a moment to compose yourself, while he was patiently waiting for your next decision.
But instead of saying anything, you started grinding against him again. This time your moves were much more shallow and you didn't let him slip too much out of you. Tears were streaming down his cheeks, his jaw clenched and he looked at you pleadingly unable to do anything more. You moved your right hand to his throat, found his artery, and put pressure on it, while he slowly started following your moves, instead of meeting them in the middle. Your hand didn't go near his windpipe, because you didn't want to accidentally damage it... But by putting enough pressure on his artery, the blood supply to his brain was slowly getting cut, making him more dizzy and high with every gasp of breath.
- You can cum now... - you whispered and kissed him deeply, not releasing his throat yes, so all the sensations would be heightened. And he did. He spilled so violently inside you, that you could actually feel every shot against your walls. His arms were almost crushing your ribs under the jacket. He cried from relief straight into your mouth and you drank it with pleasure, and when he finally stopped convulsing under you, you released your hand from his throat, allowing all the oxygenated blood to rush to his brain, continuing the high he was currently on.
- Fuck... Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck... - he whispered against your lips, trying to process exactly what was happening.
- Shhh, shhh, shhhhhhhh... It's alright... Just ride it through... - you whispered, putting your forehead against his and gently moving your hand to his neck. You knew his orgasm was much stronger than yours, but you didn't mind; you were just so happy to see him break under our touch, and that was what got you off more than anything; that primal power over another person was what you craved and nothing else could compare.
- Fuck... - he whispered one last time and moved forward to hide his face in the nook of your neck. - Give me like 20 minutes and I'll be ready for more... But I need those 20 minutes to recover because right now I literally can't move... - your laugh was genuine and sounded pleasantly in his ears. You couldn't wait for the rest of the night.
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Viv also has Dark_Crowl working on HB in boarding. She currently lives in Georgia (the country), but is a Russian who was working *in* Russia while also working on HB, while there are active Sanctions going on against Russia. While Sanctions technically have no legal recourse against corporations hiring freelance individuals (as opposed to hiring through companies, which is extremely illegal), it's still an extremely scummy move for corporations to employ. Not to mention that Georgia's government is extremely cooperative with Russia's in filtering taxes earned by Russians back into Russia, so her living there really doesn't change much on just where her taxes go (this is a common way Russians try to circumvent the Sanctions).
In the wake of this Ukraine/Russia debacle, Dark tweeted "I just wanna thank Viv for hiring ppl on the studio regardless of their nationalities, gender, sexuality and etc. I don't know where I could've been right now without her and SH And I'm so very grateful that at least in this community I'm not hated for just existing." https://twitter.com/Dark_Crowl/status/1704589043885871163
It's very nice that she can afford to hide in another country and avoid trouble while her taxes on those SH earnings went to destroying someone else's apartment, someone's hospital, someone's school. How grateful that she gets a community, while other people hide in terror and burry themselves unground to avoid the horrific trauma the soldiers above ground will enact on them if they come up. That's such a tone-deaf way to look at it, and tone-deaf seems to be the word of the year for SH.
DaniDraws is calling it xenophobia against Russians, https://twitter.com/DaniDraws666/status/1704523131614843294
but completely ignores the fact that Viv's studio is circumventing sanctions, probably because Russian labour is cheaper than American labour and she doesn't care of the taxes earned off that cheaper labour goes into firing missiles at civilian buildings. I don't think that she necessarily even supports Russia, I think she's just ignorant to literally anything outside of her own goals, including how *when you pay Russians living in Russia, they get taxed and it goes into lobbing more missiles at civilians*.
TL;DR: someone doesn't deserve hate just for being ethnically Russian, but if your studio is circumventing Sanctions in order to take advantage of cheaper labour and is paying Russians living in Russia or Georgia, then congrats - you're funding missile strikes on Ukrainian civilians, they have a right to be mad. It's not xenophobia, it's common empathy and awareness for things outside of your own little fantasy red demon zone. Someone else pointed this situation out to me like a year back when they first noticed, and I never bothered bringing it up because I didn't think it needed to be said. But if people like Dani want to get on a high horse about exploiting cheap labour around Sanctions, then more attention should be brought to the fact that they're doing just that.
Too fucking right it should. Thanks for the info, and for helping bring said attention.
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On the Clock!
C!Wilbur x Gn! Reader
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Chapter 7
"Darling, I'd hold you."
trigger warning: Slight mentions of sewerslide
--One new message--
Wilbur:
Goodnight.
Delivered: 12:34 A.M.
The light from my screen flashed far too brightly for my tired eyes. Unenthusiastically, I rolled out of my bed and checked the clock on the wall for the time because even though that had been the initial reason for looking at my phone, I forgot to check. It was ten in the morning, not exactly, but close enough. I didn't have any big plans for today except maybe searching online again for available higher paying jobs than the gas station in case I never get an email back from the coffee shop. I didn't want to stop working with Wilbur. In reality, I think he's the only reason I've stayed for as long as I have... but I can't keep living off of this current paycheck. I'm so far behind on my rent and the station doesn't allow me to work more than a certain amount of hours.
Wilbur and I... it's complicated. We're bestfriends, but that only lasts for as long as I'm clocked in. Maybe we're just coworkers after all. Does he see me how I see him? He's always been so quiet about his life outside of work- I am too, but for some reason, it's just different with him. I'd be willing to talk about all of my shit with him if he asked... but he never has. I'm not sure why that bothers me so much. Usually, I get angry when someone tries to be all in my business, but I want him to ask. I want him to care. Maybe the fact that he doesn't ask means that he just doesn't care.
I wipe my hands across my face as I stare at my disheveled appearance in the small bathroom's mirror. How did thinking about work become an anxious conversation with myself about whether or not Wilbur actually sees me as a friend? My brain was clearly a mess today.
After I finished getting myself dressed for the day, I padded through my phone, checking my email for any response about the second interview. I was probably just kidding myself though, surely I was getting my hopes up like always and the position had already been filled by yet another mediocre teenager being forced to appease their parents. I was getting sick of working stupid low-paying jobs at twenty-four. I should have just listened to my parents and let them pay for my way into med school, but no. I had to want to be an artist.
I decided to shoot Wilbur a text. Maybe it wasn't a busy day at work and texting him would keep me distracted for a few minutes.
Y/n:
Hey what's up?
I sent the text and tossed my phone to the side but turned on my ringer before so that way I could hear when he responded.
My phone lay silent on the bed for a while as I went bout cleaning up my small apartment. I sprayed some cheap air freshener to attempt to remove the smoke-stained smell that came as an addition to the apartment. There were worse smells that the apartment could have smelled like, but I wasn't sure how the previous owner even got away with that much smoking inside when the apartment complex owner was very uptight about what went on inside each apartment, especially smoking. I brushed off the question before accidentally inhaling too much of the freshly sprayed air freshener that smelled like lavender. I coughed slightly, trying to get the taste out of my mouth. It wasn't a pleasant lavender, I couldn't quite explain it but the smell was just far too sweet and it burned my nose. For better or worse, the spray didn't actually last that long and I was beginning to debate just buying a slightly more expensive brand of air freshener with how fast I had been going through these cans.
My phone chimed which caught my attention.
Wilbur:
Just a lot of work. It's my day to stock shelves and Darrien isn't here to help at the register.
I looked at the message and knew the stress that he was going through. Stocking wasn't a fun job but usually I had Wilbur to at least work the register while I did it. I looked at the clock and saw it was getting closer to noon which meant the store was fixing to be at its second busiest time of the day. I let out a sigh before shooting Wilbur a text back that I knew I'd probably regret.
Y/n:
Need me to come in and help?
Wilbur:
Aww
care about me enough to work on your day off?
"I knew I'd regret it," I said aloud to no one except myself.
Y/n:
Nevermind.
I'm staying at home.
Wilbur:
No no no! Please come 😭
It'd actually help a lot.
Y/n:
...
Wilbur:
Please🙏
Y/n:
Wilbur:
Fine😭
But I will make fun of you ten times more this next week
Y/n:
Calm down I'm getting in my truck😭
Wilbur:
😁
Y/n:
Smh
Wilbur:
Thank you.
Y/n:
Whatever.
get to work
When I made it to the station I realized that I forgot my earbuds at home. This only meant one thing: I got the pleasure of annoying Wilbur more Wilbur got to listen to my amazing voice waaay more.
I opened the door, to which the chime rang loudly. Wilbur didn't lift his head and just said "Hey welcome in, I'll be with you in a second."
I went up behind his crouched form and just stood over him. He took out his earbuds and looked up with a confused expression until he realized that it was me standing above him. It was weird seeing him from a high angle. Usually, Wilbur was always standing above me and I'd strain my neck to meet his eyes. But now, Wilbur was below me, his head cocked up to meet my eyes and a relieved expression on his face.
"Thank god. I think if I had to deal with one more redneck hick, I'd actually shoot myself," Wilbur said sounding exhausted.
"Right well, let's not actually do that," I laughed nervously.
"Obviously," Wilbur didn't look up as he muttered back quietly and only continued to place boxes of candy bars on shelves.
"Wilbur?" I asked quietly. He didn't turn to look, in fact, he didn't do anything at all to motion that he had even heard what I had said. "You would never actually do anything like that... would you?"
Wilbur finally stopped filling the shelves with useless junk that appealed to people who actually could afford to enjoy luxuries such as random overpriced candies. His arms fell to his side before he let out a small sigh. He turned and met my eyes slowly, "I'm not going to do anything like that, Y/n."
A wave of relief flooded over me. I gave him a small smile before offering a hand to help him off of the floor. His fingers reached up and clasped over my hand as I pulled hard to get him off the dirty ground. As I pulled him up, he did something unexpected. Wilbur's arms came around my body, holding me close to him in a hug. His body was freezing cold as he clung tight to me. He stood there in silence for a moment and somehow it didn't feel awkward, instead, it felt nice to be comforted. I think the last time I hugged someone who wasn't a stuffed animal was when I had my last boyfriend during my senior year of high school. But he's a story for a different time. Wilbur squeezed tight once more before saying "You shouldn't worry about me so much," and then letting go and picking up his empty box and tossing it to the side. "You remind me of Tommy in that aspect." This also caught me by surprise. He didn't often talk about Tommy, and if he did, it was just the version of him in his book.
"How so?" I asked after a moment of silence.
"He was far too caring." It was a moment more filled with silence and Wilbur's feet shuffling to go grab another box to unpack. "Tommy saw the bad that I had done and still cared for me. Not only that but he looked up to me. I used to think his loyalty was a good thing... but having time to reflect on this, I think his loyalty to me got him into far more trouble than it was worth."
"So the real Tommy's a lot like book Tommy?"
Wilbur chuckled dryly. "You could say that."
I nodded before coming up with another question. I debated on even asking for a moment but inevitably I did ask, "So what happened to you and Tommy? Why don't you see him anymore?" My breath got caught in my throat before I went on further to say, "You don't have to answer that if you don't want to... obviously."
He shook his head while he kept filling shelves, "No, It's alright. I had to leave for Tommy's sake. I had done some pretty messed up shit to him and I can't ever make it better. The worst part about it all though... I didn't even know how to apologize. I went around for days apologizing to all of these people, but when it came to it... I just didn't know how to say it to him. I just left, and now I'm here."
I slowly absorbed everything Wilbur had told me. I wondered what he could have done that was so bad to make him feel he had to leave. "I'm sure he understands, Wilbur."
"That's part of the problem," he answered back far too quickly. "The problem with me apologizing to Tommy is that he either forgives me which makes him stupid, or he doesn't... which I don't think I'd ever be able to have a shot at forgiving myself if Tommy didn't forgive me too."
I bit the inside of my lip anxiously. "The thing is, Wilbur, you're just a person like the rest of us. We only get one shot at living and we're all going to make mistakes. The best thing that we can do is recognize those mistakes and learn from them. And if he doesn't forgive you, then that's okay. You just have to accept that and keep living, because giving up in any form is unacceptable. You can be sad and take a break... but you can't give up."
Wilbur sat still for a second before turning his head to look at me. A small smile was draped on his lips as he looked grateful for my words. "Thank you, Y/n." He laughed slightly, "You're not too bad at making people feel better, you ever considered a job in therapy?"
"Gahhh!" I groaned, "Now you sound like my parents." I shook my head, "You need to be a doctor, why not be a lawyer, you need to be making a lot of money," I mocked their endless nagging.
Wilbur laughed again, "Y/n, I think you should do what makes you the happiest."
His words, they lingered in my mind and ate me up inside. I dreamed of my parents saying that to me. A cheesy smile smeared across my face. "You're such a sap, Wilbur," I beamed.
He rolled his eyes and shook his head before tossing away another box. "Don't you have a show to watch or something?" he jokingly groaned.
"Nope," I said popping the p. "My Netflix subscription got canceled," I said trying to laugh off something that actually upset me.
"Lovely," Wilbur said sarcastically, not catching the way my smile dropped for a second after I had told him. Or maybe he did notice... maybe he just didn't care to ask.
"Yep, now you get to listen to me yap all day," I laughed out loud, trying to drown out the previous thoughts with sounds of joy even if they were faked.
"I feel like I deserve this for how many Wednesdays I've annoyed you."
"Exactly."
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It was now later in the evening, Wilbur had finished stocking the shelves and was cleaning up the store a little bit. I finished bagging a customer's snacks and watched as they walked out the door with a small chime following the motion of the door swinging open and shut. Wilbur leaned the broom against the wall and sighed, tugging at the collar of his work shirt uncomfortably before walking over to the front counter where I sat on a stool with my head leaned against the cool tabletop. "You can leave if you want."
I froze as he said this, afraid that maybe he didn't really want me here anymore. Jokingly I said back, "I see how it is, you don't want me here." I teased him but hoped to see a genuine reaction from him.
"That's not what I meant and you know that," he said seriously but a small smile shone slightly on his lips.
I laughed softly but faintly said, "And what if I didn't know that?"
"huh?" Wilbur turned his full attention to me but it was clear that he hadn't caught what I had said.
"Nothing," I spoke much more firmly. "Want to practice your mixing skills?" I asked changing the subject.
WIlbur's face quirked up into a smile but it slowly faded. "I probably shouldn't come into work hungover for a second time this week."
I nodded in understanding. "How much longer are you thinking about staying open?" I asked.
"Probably another hour or two." I checked my phone for the time, it was only six in the afternoon.
"That's pretty early to close up," I mentioned.
"We usually close earlier, mostly because Daxton isn't much help but after six nobody really drives through here."
"I mean it's not like this place is in the middle of nowhere," I laughed sarcastically.
Wilbur laughed too, but something felt off with his laugh. I couldn't quite explain it but it had an underlying sadness to it that I could feel in my chest. That feeling sat as a heavyweight, a weight that I couldn't push off, and so I asked, "What's wrong, Wilbur?"
"What do you mean?" he laughed again at my question as if he thought I didn't notice. I wasn't blind. I didn't know everything about Wilbur, but I could tell that he wasn't his usual self. While Wilbur wasn't always the happiest-looking person, he was usually able to at least laugh at a joke.
"I mean..." I thought for a second, "You just seem off today."
Wilbur stood still for a moment before nodding. "You really should look into a psychology degree or something," he chuckled dryly. "But yeah, I'm not doing the greatest. I guess I've just been thinking about Tommy a lot here lately."
"That makes sense. He was like a brother to you, right?"
He gave another small dry laugh that sounded more sad than joyous, "Right. He meant a lot to me."
I let his words sink into me for just a brief moment. "Meant."
"What?"
"You said meant. Does he not still mean a lot to you?"
"Y/n... Tommy means the world to me," he said but he sounded as if there was more to say even though he stood silently.
"Okay...?"
"But I'm not sure I deserve to even think about him."
"Oh."
"I left him, Y/n. I ran. I thought it was the only good thing I could do for him because when I was in his life I made it so much worse for him. There was one point where he looked at me and it felt like he was scared... like he didn't even recognize my-" Wilbur's voice was breaking. He cut himself off, took a deep breath in and out, and swallowed hard before saying, "I was a horrible person to him."
I looked up at Wilbur. Surely this was as bad as things could get for him. There was no way things would get worse... but for some reason, I sat there and feared the worst for him. I sat there in silence and racked my brain for something to say, anything.
Wilbur stood in front of the counter, he was still like an ancient statue, breaking down and corroded. I sat still on the rickety stool with my hands in my lap.
Shakily he said, "You don't..." Wilbur paused as he tried to collect himself, "You don't have to say anything back."
I cursed myself, cursed myself out so loudly in my head that it became all I could hear. Why can't I speak? Why don't I have the right words to give him? I want so deeply to help him but I don't even know the first step to doing so. And in an instant... my mind cleared. Like a fresh breath of air after a deep swim in cold waters, these words came to me, "I'll hold onto you?"
"What?" Wilbur looked at me with a look of great confusion painted across his face.
"I'll hold onto you," I repeated. "I won't let you go down whatever route that you took again. I'll hold you accountable, and hold you up when you can no longer stand, I'll hold your hand and remind you who you really are, the Wilbur that I know. Darling, I'd hold you. I'd hold you because that's what friends are for. To be a support beam, to be a kind face, to just be there. So I'll hold you," I spoke the final few words so softly, and as I looked at his face, truly looking at him for the first time, I saw his eyes were watered up with tears.
"So then hold me."
A/N
I have a love-hate relationship with my writing.
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This is a stating the obvious post but I haven't seen anyone explicitly point it out so why not?
Ben Reilly - a cloned man who was almost broken by the notion of him being less than human, defective, maybe soulless, a cheap copy of a better original - crooked. As Scaret Spider he's been on a journey to define himself and set himself apart from Peter Parker/Spider-Man. So it's only logical for him to have a costume that reflects this. And he wears the Spider, wears it different and proudly but crooked. Fate tried to bend his back and submit to settle for less than what he deserves - the Jackal created him as a slave but he fought for his freedom and eventually suceeded (temporarily...)
Then later on he embraced the revelation that he was actually the original (which turned out not to be true sigh poor boy). What matter is that he got to experience a time in which he didn't feel the need (as much) to prove he deserves the bare minimum like you know - to exist. He was allowed to be proud and unapologetic. An enthusiatic and unrivaled Spider-Man. And more than that he absolutely loved it, it wasn't a burden to him like to Peter, no, it was a privilege. His tragic conception at least gave him the solace to frame his responsibility as a grace - a purpose. Being Spider-Man validated him. And he found balance, an anchor, an inner symmetry. Spider front and center, one of the most balanced and goated suits ever if I dare say so.
Let's not forget he also got the blonde dyed hair makeover and artists began to draw him with a boyish prettyness that was a pretty stark contrast to his former stubbled beard and 90s mullet look that more looks like Kaine does nowadays.
like damn son look at this figure especially, no way to get more pretty boiTM he's literally blonde Ken
He dies as Spider-Man to save Peter, which is of course very noble, the ultimate sacrifice (not even talking about the insane number of personal sacrifices he enthusiastically shoulders to protect Peter and Mary Jane and everyone else).
But he is brought back. And the new Ben is tortured by his creator Jackal to clinical insanity over and over a bunch of stuff happens and we arrive in the Beyond Era in which Ben (new clone body, same consciousness as the old one - presumably but arguably not really and very very broken inside, much more so than he ever was originally) gets to be Spider-Man once more. And sure enough Beyond fucked with his memories and made him forget lots of the awful stuff he went through. But nearly not all and they also begin deleting some things he'd rather have kept... he is uprooted, decentered, crooked yet again.
The Spider clings to his heart side (how poetic), the last shield of comfort between Beyond and his fragile soul since at least it tells him what he should be, what he should live up to. But he is not the same. He doesn't even know how much he isn't. And maybe he won't ever be again. (sob)
And then we are in the current era. Let's hope the Chasm that was left behind when he lost his formative memories of decency and responsibility will be able to be mended abd turn out to be a chrysalis of sorts. (I actually love the development overall for dramatic reasons but that's another post)
(also my god his mask looks like corpse paint of smudged kajal if you will and I love that for him... love his Maleficient palette twisted wonderland looking ass. Is it me or does this design look Disney in a way? Don't even mean it in a negative way. Making him a sorcerer is so rad actually but alas I'm starting to write that other post let's keep it for later-)
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TGCF Donghua
okay so I've been watching this shit since it was released and I'm fully enjoying waiting for the weekly episodes and I wanna rant about it because I love it so much but I do have some minor gripes
Bad chuchu out of the way first
I am not happy with how generic and unoriginal the designs for most of the supporting characters. Like yeah they still look somewhat different but when the pool of named characters will expand it will get harder and harder to tell people apart if they keep on going with this route. Almost everyone suffers from same face syndrome which I know is rampant in current anime I just wished they allowed for at least more dynamic silhouettes, hairstyles, and color palettes. It feels like a more toned down version of the character design in the manhua. Lang Qianqiu in the manhua is so easy to recognize because of his outfit and pei ming looks more like the bastard he is etc. Don't get me started on the design for Kemo, the manhua felt eh I feel like Kemo was too pretty and too slim but in the donghua its just he's a straight up orc idk, i feel like they could've done better. Pei Su looks very generic, I think out of everyone he's the most generic looking of them all. SQX, Ling Wen and Jun Wu are the best designs for the supporting cast and I think Banyue is also okay looking cause you can tell her apart from the rest so far.
I am super disappointed in Qi Rong's reveal because it doesn't feel as impactful in the book. In the book the reveal of him looking like Xie Lian was so dramatic to me I was like oh my god is that his brother? A twin? a doppelganger? And then Qi Rong just kinda looks like that, tbh his voice actor and his clothes are fine I think they fit. It's just weird how he suffers from same face syndrome. If they made everyone look less like each other making Qi Rong look like Xie Lian would have been so impactful and a really cool cliffhanger but they couldn't do that because even fucking Lang Qianqiu kinda looks like Xie Lian with lighter hair. Also the Fang xin design is alright on the clothes but the mask gives off a bit cheap however I get that it can't be super detailed and it still does its job so I can handwave that small pet peeve.
Also censorship we couldn't get Xie Lian falling on Hua Cheng's lap and so them trying to make up for that was super awkward LMAO, they could have solved this by making SQX fall right on Hua Cheng's chair so that they could justify why Xie Lian grabbed Hua Cheng and throws him but they didn't... and it's so awkward...
I think it was like Episode 2 of s2 that the animation feels weird, Mu Qing's face felt off to me idk what was going on it just felt like something went down but the next episode it was perfectly fine anyway.
Positives!!!
Something the manhua didn't have was Fu Yao and Nan Feng looking a bit like each other, that was so fucking funny and it's a great display of how much they hate each other and live rent free in each other's heads ong. I love that detail the donghua did I think that's smart.
The voice actors are so great in both dubs they're doing amazing (I haven't listened to the jp dub) I have no complaints I love their work
ONE of my favorite things about the donghua is being able to see Hua Cheng's expressions even when Xie Lian is doing something in the book so he wouldn't notice. I love seeing how pleased he is every time someone points out the intimacy with him and Xie Lian. Like in season 1 when Fu Yao is shocked/horrified that Xie Lian shared a bed with Hua Cheng, San Lang puts a hand on his chin and looks so fucking smug and happy. This happens a couple times in s2 as well someone will be like oh that's weird you're so like this with Hua Cheng and he becomes a smug cat it's great.
Another one I enjoy is during the beginning of the banyue arc when Xie Lian reveals to Fu Yao and Nan Feng that he's used to sleeping in squalor the camera goes to Nan Feng not revealing his face but clearly showing his guilt over what Xie Lian reveals. That's good shit.
Lan Chang picking a fight off screen, also cool, love seeing her. I like that she looks inconspicuous so for someone who doesn't know shit about tgcf they will not see *that* shit coming.
ALSO the men look kinda generic if they're not the mls but the girls are all gorgeous???? like the woman who was Hua Cheng's speaker, the girl who led Xie Lian further into the gambling den, XUAN JI, Banyue all the girls are unique without being so ostentatious and I love them. If you put them beside each other they all look like they're own thing but still on theme. From clothes, to hairstyle and colors it's easy to tell and that's good design. I also include SQX's female form cause she's gorgeous too.
The donghua I think adds to stuff I haven't read I'm not sure if this is because I have a bad memory but I don't recall reading a flashback of Lang Qianqiu and the failed robbery. But the message of that entire section was so fucking good. The way that what Lang Qianqiu said about 'maybe he shouldn't have intervened' and the sound effects UGh. It's so good, i love how the book tackles the morality of everything, breaking down Lang Qianqiu's firm positivity and believing in humanity but still promoting being kind and considerate through Xie Lian. This theme still carries on in the show and I think they're doing a great job.
GOD THE MUSIC in the donghua is so fucking good, I love it. The songs, the meanings, the beat it's all perfect I can't say anything more.
even though i'm disappointed in the character design choices the donghua is very solid, I love it a lot. It does come off as very expositiony sometimes but I think that's very prevalent in Chinese Wuxia and Xianxia. Probably weird for people who aren't used to the genre but to anyone who's seen something like it, it's not unbearable and it's kinda necessary because of how the book is written. Waiting for wednesday patiently whilst i draw huahua
There are so many fun details the Donghua adds that shows that they know the story and where it's going as well hinting at character stuff, it's so fun to spot those. Like Xie Lian's reaction to Hua Cheng biting the bun made me wanna claw my face that shit was good af.
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